Getting back to \"owwies\", when I was still a child and my grandmother was still alive, she sent me to a kiosk for... something, don\'t know anymore. I was with her practically every day and practically every day she would send me to buy some small thing she needed at the moment, like milk or batteries, and I would always get 50 Pfennig more to buy a packet of stickers for those sticker colecting books (man, I had a lot of those. He-Man, Transformers, you name it I had it) so I always did it happily - not to mention that I loved her with all my heart so I always asked her if she wanted me to do something.
Anyway, my point is that I\'ve done this a million times already. Just go around the house, buy what she needs and be back in less than 10 minutes. Of course I didn\'t pay attention to anything.
Neither did that idiot on his bicycle.
Little Patrick turns the corner, puts the hand in his pocket to take out the 5DM and feels a sudden sharp pain from the chest upwards.
Wait a minute, sharp pain from the neck upwards? That never happened before.
What should I say, less than a metre in front of the kiosk some idiot trying to set the world record in \"speeding on the sidewalk\" hits me square in the chest with his damn bike. I fall down, my upper lips gets ripped off by his... whatever they are called, the aluminium protectors over the wheels and he drives straight over the rest of my head.
He didn\'t even stop, just turned a corner a dozen metres later and gone he was.
Well, I and my lip were brought to the hospital and sewed back together. The memory is somewhat of a blur (I was very young, as I have already said), but I think later the police got that guy and he had to pay a pretty hefty sum, part of it to me.
While we are at bicycle accidents.... I was riding to work on my bike, down the \"Plutostrasse\". that street was very steep and I could let my bike roll and still reach about 40 KM/h.
However, while rolling down the road, god decides to play \"test his reaction\": A little girl with a cassette in her hand runs onto the street, from between the parking cars where she was nearly invisible.
A short calculation pointed to pain, either for her or for me.
Ah, what the heck.
Pulling all brakes and swinging away so I won\'t hit the kid, my life suddenly got very exciting and very painful.
First thing I hear is the child screaming, then a ballistic cassette hits me. At that point I had already reached an angle that allowed my elbow to make contact with the street and paint a nice red line to the point where my bike and me decide to part. I roll on a little and my bike decides to go to the land where a bike can live free of oppression. Obviously that land is down the road.
Pain everywhere, I get up and check on the little girl. She sits there crying but nothing happened to her. I carry her to her mother
who was watching all this from the sidewalk and get screamed at
for breaking her daughter\'s cassette.
By the way, the little girl apologized. Go figure.
OK, enough with the pain stories. I have to get back to painting
