So..After the whole "can't write my paper music is too loud stint", Saturday night proved to be even more eventful. 3:30 a.m. I hear a bunch of voices outside of my window. Thinking that a party has just been broken up, I roll over and bury my head in the pillow. 3:31 a.m. Shannon knocks on my door, I ignore. 3:32 a.m. Shannon knock on my door, I invite her in. Shannon: " I just heard something really strange outside my window." Me: "Go on." Shannon: " It was a group of people and they were like ..."well what should we do? Should we leave it here? It's got blood all over it. Well I guess the cops will find it eventually." and then they left/" Me: "Holy fuck." Shannon walks out to our hallway, and yells " There a fire truck outside our house!" At this point, with my extreme fear of fire, I jumped out of bed, and threw some clothes on. We head outside, and see 2 fire trucks, an ambulance, and a few po'nines. At this point, we approach a random group of drunk people..and here's the story.... Apparently, some dude on a a crotch rocket , who was unbelievably wasted, flew up the hill and around the bend (which our apartment sits on) and laid his bike right down into a car. Thankfully, there were people partying up in 200-something, who called 911 and ran over to help him. The kid stood up,his pinkie finger was hanging on by a thread, and he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, even though he had a helmet on. He asked a few drunkies to help him move his bike, which they did, and then he ran. The bike leaked some antifreeze, which people thought was gasoline, which is why the fire trucks were there. --Side Notes-- -After hitting the car, the rider flew off and landed on the hood of Shannon's car, however there is no visible damage. -If this kid isn't caught, there will be a bounty hunt.  ...I have no idea what happened to this kid. but I'd really like to know... ahh the times in Brookwood...priceless. <3 Meghan | 
