MUSIC!!

WELL, its easy to say that MuSIc Is mY CRacK  (read that in a creaky voice).
That goes along with one of my favorite sayings which is:

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 I feel like music is my sole existence, if there was none I would have no purpose, or I would just sing all the time and probably be a real life musical, as in I would just sing twenty four seven.  I enjoy most types of music ACCEPT rap, jazz, and country.  If you asked me what my favorite song was I would reply with: which one? Then probably say "Hero"(the song is better when it's loud.  That said I have uncontrollable need for listening to music.  Over the past four years I have only gone three days without listening to music, if I do say so myself that is impressive.  To prove to you, well, i'm listening to music right now, as I am typing these word along with the beat, beem bum beem bum beem bum beem bum...   I mostly listen to anything that I can relate to, has a good beat, or is catchy.   I honestly have no idea what I would do without music, it is what I drain my feelings into also it gives me motivation to play xbox.  I usually have all my music on itunes or the music app, whatever that is, however I turn my phone on airplane mode to save battery and I listen to the same songs over and over and over like a trillion times.  Then I get so bored I just end up listening to youtube and then my phone dies an hour later cause its a peice of shit.  Then i'm stuck in the world, with no music and I get all sad and depressed.  

I also think its the type of headphones you have, my favorite pair I have right now are the skullcandy crushers, they have a bass amplifier inside the headphones, so basically you listen and it shakes your head.  Why I still have an iphone is because without one I couldn't sync my music or stream it as easily.  I also think that because of recent technology music is a lot easier to find, I also think that one day  we will run out of musical ideas and there will be a "musical darkages" the "markages" and then one specific person will come along and  break the shell of awkwardness and make an amazing song that everyone likes and it will inspire millions to start writing and singing music.  

I'm not entirely sure if that is going to happen, however  it is entirely possible but is is just a theory.  I do hope I am not around for the "markages".  The main point I am trying to make is that I love music, to the point in which it isn't even funny, I even got specific ski helmet just so that I could listen to music while I ski.  THE POINT IS THIS: without music I would be nothing, I would be a shriveled up raisin that shrinks in the corner and doesn't come out all day, or something similar. 

I almost died... 'bout sixteen times

Well there isn't really a place to start, but I guess from the beginning? I think that should do it.   One time I was about 14 and it was really recent actually, anyway I was on my dad's job site, because he owns a construction company and well, I tripped and fell, looked down and I was about an inch from skewering my head into a six inch, razor sharp, pointy, rusty nail.  THAT WAS ONE TIME....   On a separate occasion,  I was playing tag at the age of about nine, and I ran around the corner, slipped and then got up, not realizing what had actually happened.  My friend screams OH MY GAWD LOOK AT YOUR ARM!!!! I was like what, I look down and my entire right sleeve was soaked in blood.  What happened: I ran around the corner and my arm sliced on a piece of rebar that was sticking out of the wall. I ended up with three painful stitches (the painkiller didn't work).  Why it was life threatening is because I missed a piece of rebar from cutting my jugular vein by about a quarter inch.  Then I broke my arm... twice, and that sucked.  However I didn't even come close to dying I think it may have been worse.    Oh and i'm the award for being charged by a moose, the most times go to me.  The worst was  this one time, it was a weekend and i'm in my robe, and it's about 8am. I take the dogs out to pee and I walk around the corner, and there was a fifteen hundred pound bull moose.  Since it was "horn growing season" the moose was scratching the fur off of its new horns, this made them bloody and they were hanging with flesh, this made it worse!   Then my dogs run up and terrorize the moose and hide behind me.... It huffed, and puffed, and I ran and slipped around the corner.  So imagine me running, slipping because i'm trying to run so fast and the ground is wet because of the dew on the grass.  Especially around the corner.  Below is a picture of "me" running from a moose.  Although instead of a bunch of people it was me, and instead of  a bull it was a bloody moose.  This also was only ONE occasion, but probably the worst.

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There was this one time I was longboarding down the highway at two (don't judge it was isolated, or so I thought,  and I couldn't resist).  Now, I live in the mountains so yeah, you can imagine what it was like, steep!  So heres me kneeling on my board because I was getting speed wobbles.  I rip around the corner and... BOOM lights out for me.  I was his by a car and the hood hit my head, I hit it so hard it left a dent in the hood.  I know for a fact that there have been many other instances I just cant remember them off of the top of my head (huh wonder why!).