My accident was a long eight years ago. I say that now, but I will undoubtedly forget and talk about another event or day all together. I'm going to lay these events out the best I can do for you, but don't expect a big, elaborate, fancy story. You have been warned, so continue at your own choice. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, so six days ago. Six days ago, I was sitting (cause obviously I don't stand much); in line at the DMV, when some lunatics burst in the joint with guns. They start waving them around at all of us while making demands of us. We all immediately drop to the floor but even the crying and screaming couldn't cover my laughter. Wait, I was supposed to tell you about that day eight years ago. Something happened sometime at someplace that I am sure someone can tell you about. Anyway, so I was scratching my nose and I drew alittle blood, so that is why this scratch is here. Oh shit, sorry, DMV. On it, right away, boss. So they grab me and pull me up and infront of everyone. They throw my cane aside, laughing, and push me onto my butt and look around laughing. They only quit and face me again when they here me still laughing. So yeah, eight years ago, I was driving home when my wife rudely interrupted my story by telling me I have to focus on one at a time. Shit in a basket. Ok, laughter. I tend to laugh when I can't properly express or even comprehend the feeling I'm having. This decided to play a big role that day. Guns, yes guns. They pull me up and choke back laughs as I stumble. An alarm starts sounding from my pocket causing me to have to explain that its for my pills. They let me reach into my pocket for the pills to take. This proves to be the end of the story and I will tell you the rest another time.
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Ah yes, back at it. Ok, so to get us back to it, eight years ago I had an accident. This accident caused me to be both mentally and physically retarded but I still use that as a method to screw with you. The real story goes to those crooks at the DMV and letting me get my pills. What they did not know, was that this pill would be the last I ever took. I don't know why, but I just really wanted to say that. In a matter of seconds everyone was crying and hugging each other while several were calling authorities (I hope). That's when I was finally arrested and you guys learned of me. My name indigo montoya, and you killed my father. Now, prepare to hear the truth. My name is Joshua, but you might have heard of me by the name of Dablage, Tater Dablage. And we will conclude your superhero interview with this one key note. Resilience really is a super power if used correctly. Oh, why do I say that. Oh, shit, I forgot to mention that. So eight years ago, I had an accident. Shut up, and let me tell the damned story. This accident killed me, twice, and people are still in amazement that I'm here. Those people I've saved, I did so with no skill or power. Yes sir, I am just your average day guy. Wait, why are you shaking your head and don't walk away from me. Don't call me an idiot, that is mean. Your a meany and I'll make sure to tell others that you are now my arch-enemy. Screw you reporter person. What're we talking about and why do I feel like I hate you? I don't even know you. Where am I and why? Ok, this has been a word from our sponsor, now stay tuned.
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It may seem like the rambling of a madman, but it is a reality I live with. Obviously, not to this extent, but there is a reason why others question my sanity. Regardless, stay frosty y'all and be resilient.
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