The important thing is that you’re still here pushing weight! Genetics and fate kept you around.Got fucking lucky
I have a heart like a 10lb sledge.
Passed out on my jog, slept in a ditch for a few hours.
Woke up and walked home.
Felt like shit for a week afterwards,
Stopped all stims, drugs etc.
If anything, cleaned me up pretty good.
(Along with seeing and doing some other fucked up shit involving some rock around that time)
If anything, I'm grateful lol.
If God does exist, he gave me a good kick to the nuts and I got my head out of my ass.
Was weird tho, i kept my phone on my left hip (Back when phone holsters were cool as fuck)
Left arm couldnt move at all,
Went to grab my phone to call a paramedic...
Was running some SOLID Prop and injectable winny at the time too.
Long rant... but genetics play a huge part