In response to John Scalzi's taunting post, here we go.
1. Faced down a Hell's Angel after he rammed the car I was in with a pickup truck. (I didn't know he was an Angel at the time, he thought I was a deaf-mute channel for the Devil...)
2. Nursed a fledgling sparrow to maturity. Best part? When it landed on my shoulder days after I let it go...
3. Written Cockney dialog for Cockney actors and a Cockney audience, as broadcast on the BBC.
4. Debated Mortimer Adler to a standstill at age 14.
5. Befriended a baby elephant, who then tried to keep me.
6. Heard a fellow student shot to death while in my typing class. I'm typing now, if you notice.
7. At a friend's request, operated on his dog's ear to drain a hematoma; the vet who put in a drain later confirmed my diagnosis and praised my work.
8. Laid a brick path around a planter, starting in one spot, laying bricks as I went, and the bricks at the end slotted perfectly with the bricks at the beginning. A pal went behind me and mortared as I went -- we knew I could do it, even though I'd never laid bricks before. Artist's eye, motherfuckers.
9. Pushed a needle all the way through my thumb in fourth grade, for reasons only G. Gordon Liddy would understand.
10. Turned down work as muscle for a mid-level drug dealer.
And you?
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