I just remembered......I mean, I finally dug back, deep enough into my childhood, to remember just what sent my life into a backwards spiral.
I was 16, and in Las Vegas, visiting a friend. I had the car, and he knew the city. A perfect combination.
We wentt to Ceasers Palace. Somewhere between x ma's, and new year, as I recall.
Anyway, we are walking through, and it's crowded. I turned to ask him a question and BAM! A lady runs into me, and hit me, tits first. It was Marie Osmond.
Of course, at the time, my brain processed this as being, "Pretty cool" But, as I age, and really want a Kawasaki h2, I have come to realize this was my brain protecting itself from heavy trauma and sexual abuse. Abuse, and trauma, I should be compensated for.
Not sure weather to sue her for the 28,000 list, base model, or the 31,000 dollar carbon model?
I'm sure glad I grew up and learned how to process things more accurately.