BigHazzard's blog: "what a weekend"

was about 11 and my neighbor had just bought an old Honda odyssey, If you dont know what that is it’s just a little one man dune buggy. Anyway we had found this jump where you could clear the dirt road almost. It was so much fun we had just taken turns jumping it and I decided to go and get my mom and show off for her. So as my mother stands on the front porch I come down the ditch to hit this 5 foot step up that was to propel me over the road. the step up was surrounded by trees and me being the knuckle head kid that I am decided to take it a little faster this time and I started up the jump the tires broke loose on the back sending it sideways off of the jump. My mom watched in horror and the front of the odyssey caught a tree sending it into a roll. It flipped a couple of times in the air before landing upside down and tumbling. My poor mother comes running out there just screaming and when she reached me I was just sitting there all buckled in laughing. Mom missed the hilarity of the situation and I got a little bit of a scolding before it turned into the "Eddie... why do you do things like this?" I did have another incident with my own odyssey later. I was about 17 and I had purchased an 85, 350 odysseys. It needed some work so I immediately take the motor out and got it over hauled. Bored 60 over and a high performance pipe on it. That thing would run 65+ MPH. But it made it cold blooded. (Yes this comes in handy here in a bit) We all went down to Mulvane to ride and while everyone else was unloading I fire it up and back it off of the trailer with out my harness on or a helmet. I go down the side of some rail road tracks and I go to whip a donut with it and it dies 1/2 way through and rolls. I am not wearing my belt like an idiot and it starts to throw me out of the cage. I grab the cage and try to hold myself inside and the odyssey rolls over on my hand. They weight around 5-6 hundred pounds. Ya ouch!!!! It split my hand open to the muscle from the knuckle on my index finger all of the way almost to the finger mail on my thumb. It folded the skin under so all you could see was the muscle. And Muscle is white as snow. SO I get up and am holding my hand and my brother and my girlfriend are coming at me and are yelling are you all right. My brother gets there first and I show him. He faints. Okay I am not doing that great at this point but I am calm and still coherent. My girlfriend reaches me and she faints. I am like holy shit. My buddy kip gets to me and said "let me see?" I said "hell no, someone has to take me to the hospital." We get into the truck and Kip misses the EMS station. I tell him to go back. I have lost a lot of blood at this point and I am starting to worry a little. They put me in the ambulance and it was like someone had just taken my picture. I saw all of these purple blotches and then more and more until it goes total black. I am still conscious but I can’t see. And now I am freaking out. Bad. They are trying to keep me cal and they get it done with some drugs. I wake up in the hospital and I got 42 stitches in my hand. I got out the same day. Why did it all go black you ask? SHOCK! I will be back with more of my war stories soon.Eddie

Well I know the title sounds a little messed up up, but the last 2 years have just not been that awesome. Dont get me wrong I am still here in the USA (thanks to our soldiers!!!! Thank GOD for everyone of you) But I have just had a bit of bad luck. The woman I loved broke my heart and we got divorced (sucked) My neck started hurtin and found out I have 2 bulgin and 1 herneiated disc (have no clue how to spell that..) I broke both of my legs and not at the same time... the first one was the tragic one, broken in 5 pieces and compound (yep that stickin out of my friggin leg) and the sad part, a pallet of budweiser did it!!!! No SH*T I was workin for xtra cash at christmas and me and that pallet went off the tommy lift.... I thought I was big enough to stop it from going off (it was a pallet of Budweiser... I mentioned that right!!!) Um, I was wrong... I keep sayin if it was Bud Light it would have only broke in 3 peices..... I Wrecked my damn truck... Its not bad, and I built it once, this will be a joke.... My last girl is doin my buddy, literally we broke up and she left my house and went to his.... But on to the POINT... I have 2 beautiful Daughters that I love so much. I am in the greatest country in the world and am damn glad to be here. I just thank god every day that I have the life I do, and that helps me get goin.... As long as there is some good food, good friends, and a cold beer. Hell man you cant get rid of me.... GOD BLESS THE USA!!!!!

My wife Ashley had left me and I was rebuilding cars. It was the start of January and I wasn’t selling any cars. So I decided to find a part time job. I got in the paper and found seasonal work for Budweiser through Christmas. So I interview and got hired because I already had a class A CDL. I had worked a couple of weeks and we were delivering to a liquor store and it was getting to be a little past noon. We had a box trailer with a Tommy lift on the back to lower the pallets to the ground. The problem was that it was a little far away from the truck and in order to get the pallet jack to roll over the gap was to get it going at a pretty good pace and then stopping it real fast once it got completely onto the lift. I had gotten a pallet going and when I reached the Tommy lift I stumbled a little and I thought hell so I dropped the pallet to the floor of the lift hoping that it would stop and it did, the only issue was that the pallet wrap stretched and the top of the pallet had slid knocking me off of the lift and down 3-4 feet to the ground and the pallet came toppling down on me with 62 cases of Budweiser , a pallet, and the pallet jack came tumbling down on my legs. I was lying on my left side and my right leg at the knee was being held up by my left foot / boot when the pallet and all came down on top of me. It broke my lower right into f pieces. My Tibia was broken in two pieces and my fibula was broken in two and protruding out of the inside of my lower leg. As soon as it happened a young guy comes running up and is throwing the beer off of my legs. We are both getting drenched from the beer spraying all over. When he uncovered my legs I noticed that my knee was pointing up now and my leg was completely crooked. The paramedics arrived quickly and gave me a couple of vials of Morphine but that was not enough. They gave me a 3rd and it was lights out for me. Well I might have been awake, but no one was home. I got to the hospital and went into surgery. I now have rod 4 screws in my leg. I remember coming out of surgery and cracking jokes with all of the nurses and having 3 or 4 of them around me laughing. I got out of the hospital on 12/23 and spent a couple of weeks in bed. I lived by my self so it was kind of tough. I remember at times cooking soup (out of a can, is that really cooking?) And putting it into a plastic bowl with a lid and doing the same with a drink and kicking it through the house with my crutches to lie down and eat. I had a lot of friends stop by and several stay with me to help take me to the doctor. You will find out who your friends are