re: What’s the wildest thing you’ve even seen in person

Two things.

1992. summer. My buddy just spent 48 hours putting all new suspension on his 65 Mustang, and he let me drive it as we went to that Daiquiri place that used to be on Nicholson not far from Campus. The manager sold weed out of there for a few years. Can't remember his name. Cool fella. In the back seat of the Mustang was an older friend in his thirties, and his big fat girlfriend.

At the intersection of E Boyd and Burbank, some dude on a CB900 Honda ran the red light and t boned the Mustang right by the drivers seat I was sitting in. He laid the bike down, the bike hit the car, the car rose up, he slid under the car, the car settled back down on top of him with the exhaust pipe resting on his head. When I opened the door, he was face up, but his body from the waist up was under the car. I had to step out and over him. We opened the trunk, threw all the tools and other assorted bs out, and all four of us, including the big fat girlfriend, lifted the back end of the Mustang up and walked it off the fella. As soon as we did, a huge puddle of blood started pooling around his head.

Then he regained conciousness. His face had severe burns from the exhaust, his cheek was broken, teeth knocked out, flailing around in shock and pain.

Saw it all happen in what seemed like slo mo when I saw him coming at me through the intersection. Luckily, there were multiple other cars stopped for the light that saw the whole thing.

I'm standing there going, 'Man, he's fricked up'. And there's this pretty lady in a dress next to me that goes, "Yep, he sure is!"

"I told him he was going to get killed riding that thing"

Turns out it was his girlfriend, who had been following along behind him in her car.

Dude was Larry Henderson. Owned the Piggly Wiggly further down Burbank. He lived, somehow. We all went and saw him a couple days later at the hospital. He was sitting up in bed with a smile on his face, eating Popeyes chicken.

Second time
1990. Mardi Gras. Bourbon Street. Mid afternoon. Gang fight in the middle of Bourbon at St. Peter, right by Pat O's. Gets to be one on one, and one shoots the other, right there in the middle of Bourbon, about five feet from me.