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I was eleven. I didn't know what the fuck my parents were doing. It's not like I said in the emergency room, "Sue those assholes! MOONEY $$$$$$$$!!" I suppose if it were just a simple broken finger I could understand your point. But I had to get surgery on it to set it back in place, pins put in and there was always the possibility of my thumb being paralyzed because the break was actaully at the growth plate. Which could in short could have really fucked my thumb up.
Hahaha, sure, and I'm jesus. Like I said before, I had no say in the matter. My parents did what they thought was right. In all actuality, yes I should have been more "observant" but that doesn't take away they fact that they owner of this store left a pretty big hazard in the middle of a sidewalk. It wasn't just a single string of those banners, the whole sidewalk was cluttered with them hanging in the air and whatnot. I suppose the main reason I didn't see them from a mile away was because I was crossing a street and was more worried about getting ran over by a car than something that shouldn't have been in the middle of a sidewalk. Oh, and not to mention, it was a round a corner. Oops? I forgot most humans have that secret ability to look around corners, or foresee danger. My bad Mr. Prefect. Not sure if you realized, but, it's been common knowledge for the longest time that you could sue for just about anything and win. I highly doubt that my accident is something that is going to start a revolution of law suits. But whatever. All in all, I don't really give a shit if you think it's sad. I didn't post the story so a bunch of self-righteous people like you could flame it. I posted it because someone asked me to. It's not your story, nor is it a part of your life.
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