OK, another one. Had moved to Sebastian. Fl. from Cocoa Beach to pursue a commercial fishing career.
One night after partying a little too much (and the last time I touched Tequila), I decided to jump into the back of my buddy's pickup. He had parked right next to a big log so easy-peasy, right? One foot on the log and the other will clear the side panel and into the truck I'd go, right?
Yep, you guessed it. The log rolled as soon as I touched it and WHAM! right into the side of the truck I went. Blood everywhere...
To top it off, we get stopped by a lady Sheriff down the road and my buddy starts maving a move on her! Her, calm as anything, asks if I can drive. I tell her yes (sure I can) and then she sees me:
"Sir, what happened to you?"
"I had a fight with this pickup, ma'am"
"Looks like the pickup won"
"Yes ma'am, it sure did"
<chuckle> "You boys get on home"
