D_Elijah_MorganWood
Expert Member
I'm pretty good at escaping disaster. Check out the following:
*When I was two, I was sleeping in my crib when my mother heard a strange bzzz. bzzz. bzzz sound. To make a long story short, it was ball lightning going all around me and not touching me. Mom says I just watched it.
*Shortly after, when my mother was going to Texas Tech, there were a series of pretty dreadful tornadoes that ripped through Lubbock, TX. My mother was across the street from the worst one. As was in another disaster, I was at my Grandmother's house.
*When I was a kid, we were flying from Miami to San Juan, Puerto Rico. On the way to the airport my mother kept saying "I have a bad feeling" over and over. We missed our plane and jumped on the next one. When we got to San Juan, we were listening to the radio on the cab and the plane we missed got hijacked and went to Havana.
*Shortly after that, we had a 7.4 earthquake here in Hawaii. Huge cracks opened up in the ground, a tsunami wiped out a resort near my house and lots of homes were creamed. I was visiting my Grandmother on the mainland at the time.
*Loma Prieta, 1989 I was about 100 miles south of where Caneadea was. I was working in an all-glass control room and the glass started to shake. When it was over and the phone calls started flooding in to my station, I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't any further north.
*Several months later I was to take what was the last vacation with my family in their motorhome. We were coming back from Lake Isabella, one of the most dreadful places in the California mountains. I was reading "Manson on Manson". I looked up and saw a Toyota 4x4 had gone over the side. The rescue workers were already there and cars had backed up. A motorcycle rider (pre-helmet law) was rubbernecking the action and not looking in front of him. I was powerless to stop it. He was going about 50mph and slammed into the back of a Chevy truck. Splat. This was pre-helmet law in California. This all happened in about 6 seconds of my looking up from that dreadful book. I went to the bathroom and vomited. My mother asked what was wrong. Apparently none of them saw him die.
*1992 L.A. Riots: I was in my weight training class on the border of Torrance and Gardena. We heard the ruckus coming up Crenshaw and campus security told us a riot was coming. The teacher said "I dunno about y'all but I'm gettin' outta heah! (BTW, this is the same weight training class with the huge Arab cock). As I high-tailed it out of there in my little silver sports car, I saw the riot coming up Crenshaw...I was lucky to live in Redondo Beach and all we experienced was a rumble in the distance and the fact that we couldnt' leave Redondo Beach. Other cities were basically under martial law. I could drive in adjacent Palos Verdes. From a hilltop there, L.A. looked like a war zone. A nice little aside, a club I loved to go to called Catch One in the heart of the mess was not burned. The very large, very muscular, very tough black queens saved the place by standing guard. Nobody fucked with them or their club. We went right after the riots. No more valet though...
*1994 Northridge Quake-I was in my 2-story townhouse with a subterranean parking garage in Redondo Beach. I was to move directly into the path of the earthquake but hadn't yet. It was like an explosion: I was thrown to my feet with the sound of a big BOOM! All the boats in the marina were thrown out of the water. It was freaky. I lost a champagne glass, that was it. We all stood in our doorways in blankets. Nobody realized what happened. We thought a nuclear bomb had been dropped.
*In '97 there was a decent sized quake when I lived in Glendale. Large enough to spook but not big enough to do much damage. It was almost 4am and I was fucking one of the most lucious asses I've ever had the pleasure to top. The next day at work I found out that absolutely EVERYONE at my job got laid that night. "We were all fuckin!" yelled my queeny Dominican friend. This was hardly a disaster and was a lot of fun.
*In 1999 my partner's family lost their lifelong home in the Los Alamos fire that wiped out their whole neighborhood with a few exceptions. We weren't together yet. His family lost everything. I don't count this in my near misses but it's sure sad.
*March 2001 I was nearly shot and killed in front of my antique store in Pasadena. Without launching into a really long story, someone I had never seen before appeared, grabbed me, threw me out of the way and the bullet whizzed by my ear (I could hear it and smell it) I estimate within an inch. After that the guy walked away and literally vanished. The police did get their target, he lay dead on the ground in a pool of blood. I still have some PTSD from this but I'm glad to be alive.
*When I was two, I was sleeping in my crib when my mother heard a strange bzzz. bzzz. bzzz sound. To make a long story short, it was ball lightning going all around me and not touching me. Mom says I just watched it.
*Shortly after, when my mother was going to Texas Tech, there were a series of pretty dreadful tornadoes that ripped through Lubbock, TX. My mother was across the street from the worst one. As was in another disaster, I was at my Grandmother's house.
*When I was a kid, we were flying from Miami to San Juan, Puerto Rico. On the way to the airport my mother kept saying "I have a bad feeling" over and over. We missed our plane and jumped on the next one. When we got to San Juan, we were listening to the radio on the cab and the plane we missed got hijacked and went to Havana.
*Shortly after that, we had a 7.4 earthquake here in Hawaii. Huge cracks opened up in the ground, a tsunami wiped out a resort near my house and lots of homes were creamed. I was visiting my Grandmother on the mainland at the time.
*Loma Prieta, 1989 I was about 100 miles south of where Caneadea was. I was working in an all-glass control room and the glass started to shake. When it was over and the phone calls started flooding in to my station, I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't any further north.
*Several months later I was to take what was the last vacation with my family in their motorhome. We were coming back from Lake Isabella, one of the most dreadful places in the California mountains. I was reading "Manson on Manson". I looked up and saw a Toyota 4x4 had gone over the side. The rescue workers were already there and cars had backed up. A motorcycle rider (pre-helmet law) was rubbernecking the action and not looking in front of him. I was powerless to stop it. He was going about 50mph and slammed into the back of a Chevy truck. Splat. This was pre-helmet law in California. This all happened in about 6 seconds of my looking up from that dreadful book. I went to the bathroom and vomited. My mother asked what was wrong. Apparently none of them saw him die.
*1992 L.A. Riots: I was in my weight training class on the border of Torrance and Gardena. We heard the ruckus coming up Crenshaw and campus security told us a riot was coming. The teacher said "I dunno about y'all but I'm gettin' outta heah! (BTW, this is the same weight training class with the huge Arab cock). As I high-tailed it out of there in my little silver sports car, I saw the riot coming up Crenshaw...I was lucky to live in Redondo Beach and all we experienced was a rumble in the distance and the fact that we couldnt' leave Redondo Beach. Other cities were basically under martial law. I could drive in adjacent Palos Verdes. From a hilltop there, L.A. looked like a war zone. A nice little aside, a club I loved to go to called Catch One in the heart of the mess was not burned. The very large, very muscular, very tough black queens saved the place by standing guard. Nobody fucked with them or their club. We went right after the riots. No more valet though...
*1994 Northridge Quake-I was in my 2-story townhouse with a subterranean parking garage in Redondo Beach. I was to move directly into the path of the earthquake but hadn't yet. It was like an explosion: I was thrown to my feet with the sound of a big BOOM! All the boats in the marina were thrown out of the water. It was freaky. I lost a champagne glass, that was it. We all stood in our doorways in blankets. Nobody realized what happened. We thought a nuclear bomb had been dropped.
*In '97 there was a decent sized quake when I lived in Glendale. Large enough to spook but not big enough to do much damage. It was almost 4am and I was fucking one of the most lucious asses I've ever had the pleasure to top. The next day at work I found out that absolutely EVERYONE at my job got laid that night. "We were all fuckin!" yelled my queeny Dominican friend. This was hardly a disaster and was a lot of fun.
*In 1999 my partner's family lost their lifelong home in the Los Alamos fire that wiped out their whole neighborhood with a few exceptions. We weren't together yet. His family lost everything. I don't count this in my near misses but it's sure sad.
*March 2001 I was nearly shot and killed in front of my antique store in Pasadena. Without launching into a really long story, someone I had never seen before appeared, grabbed me, threw me out of the way and the bullet whizzed by my ear (I could hear it and smell it) I estimate within an inch. After that the guy walked away and literally vanished. The police did get their target, he lay dead on the ground in a pool of blood. I still have some PTSD from this but I'm glad to be alive.