Part 15
So into my final year of school I went, I had come to the conclusion that as I actually liked going to school that perhaps being a school teacher was something I should consider to take up when I finished. The issue with this was it would mean me moving down to Limerick which would also require me have some means to support myself. When I spoke to my parents about this they ruled it out completely, it seemed that while they had been perfectly willing to support all my brothers in their individual endeavours this was not going to be extended to the wild c***d. I was pissed at this but I suppose deep down I kinda understood. The only thing they agreed to do was continue to support me living at my grandads while I went to the local college in Mayo.
Despite the setback to my plans I knuckled down and worked hard at my school work only for it all to become undone one Saturday afternoon late November when I made the stupid decision to get into a stolen car that had been robbed by 3 guys I knew.
It was all a great laugh as we tore through the streets and country roads until the clown driving lost control of the car and we went off the road and crashed into the ditch. I had been sitting in the back behind the front passenger seat and it was that side of the car that took the impact as it crashed. All I remember of the accident was the noise that just seemed to not stop. What woke me was the guy who had been sitting next to me on the back and seat standing on me as he made is exit from the car. The car was obviously on its side as the guy was standing on me and pushing the passenger door open. I could see from the front that the driver had done the same and was gone. The passenger seat in front of me seemed to have broken and was lying on me which I thought was the reason I couldn't move, I felt forward with my right arm which was the only arm I could move and felt the head of the guy sitting in front, his name was Cillian, I called on him but there was no response, next I called out for the two other guys but it turned out they had done a runner. I tried to move but couldn't, I suppose then the shock wore off and I started to realise the pain I was in. I started to scream but there was nobody round to hear me. By pure chance a farmer about a quarter of a mile away was in his barn when he thought he heard the crash, he had looked out but had not seen anything but It was obviously still in his mind later when he cycled into town, I think we had been there about an hour when he discovered the car, I was so cold when I heard him shouting at me. I thought I must have imagined it because he promptly disappeared when he went to get help, but soon he was back on the side of the car looking in the open passenger door, I remember telling him how cold i was and him lowering down his coat to me but the next thing I remember was the ambulance guy who was in the car telling me I would be ok. Then there was the noise as the fire brigade guys cut the two of us out of the car.
Despite the pain the feeling of relief when I was in the back of the ambulance was something else. In the end the two of us were lucky, no thanks to our so called friends, Cillian had broken both his legs and had a nasty head injury which I think they had to keep him in a c*** for a while to heal but he recovered ok, I had broken my left ankle and tibia, had 3 cracked ribs, broken my left forearm and also my left collar bone but after a weeks stay in hospital I was discharged into the care of my loving parents.
The downside of the accident was having to go back to my parents house as I was pretty ***********ed, it was a worse torture than any of the bones I had broken. My mother decided that this was the perfect opportunity to cleanse my body of all my toxins as despite my desperate pleas she wouldn't even let me have as much as a cup of coffee.
Fortunately help was at hand when Noreen was allowed to visit, I wondered what the fuck she was up to when she slid her hand under my bedclothes and into my panties, I thought surely she is not going to have a play with me but no my angel had smuggled in a nicotine patch despite my mothers search of her and she had placed it on me so it was hidden by my pants.
The boredom being stuck in the house became something else and I was glad when a wheelchair finally arrived as at least I could get out and get some fresh air. The fresh air lasted all of about 10 seconds which was the time it took me to light the best ciggie of my life, which was only slightly ruined by my mother shouting at me from behind.
The accident and all the following physio work to get me back walking meant that I missed way too much school work to contemplate doing my final exams so it would mean that I would have to repeat the year.
Devastated I was with this and although the school said I should still come into class I found that very hard to motivated myself to do. So instead I found myself heading a lot to the bong house and getting stoned for the day with the other dopeheads. Before the accident I had not spent much time in the house as I was getting good weed off Noreen's boyfriend and in my absence I found that a few of the regulars has started using heroin (no doubt supplied by the boyfriend) which I was all a bit scared by but I was definitely intrigued watching them as they shot themselves up, but for now good weed was good for me.
Despite the setback to my plans I knuckled down and worked hard at my school work only for it all to become undone one Saturday afternoon late November when I made the stupid decision to get into a stolen car that had been robbed by 3 guys I knew.
It was all a great laugh as we tore through the streets and country roads until the clown driving lost control of the car and we went off the road and crashed into the ditch. I had been sitting in the back behind the front passenger seat and it was that side of the car that took the impact as it crashed. All I remember of the accident was the noise that just seemed to not stop. What woke me was the guy who had been sitting next to me on the back and seat standing on me as he made is exit from the car. The car was obviously on its side as the guy was standing on me and pushing the passenger door open. I could see from the front that the driver had done the same and was gone. The passenger seat in front of me seemed to have broken and was lying on me which I thought was the reason I couldn't move, I felt forward with my right arm which was the only arm I could move and felt the head of the guy sitting in front, his name was Cillian, I called on him but there was no response, next I called out for the two other guys but it turned out they had done a runner. I tried to move but couldn't, I suppose then the shock wore off and I started to realise the pain I was in. I started to scream but there was nobody round to hear me. By pure chance a farmer about a quarter of a mile away was in his barn when he thought he heard the crash, he had looked out but had not seen anything but It was obviously still in his mind later when he cycled into town, I think we had been there about an hour when he discovered the car, I was so cold when I heard him shouting at me. I thought I must have imagined it because he promptly disappeared when he went to get help, but soon he was back on the side of the car looking in the open passenger door, I remember telling him how cold i was and him lowering down his coat to me but the next thing I remember was the ambulance guy who was in the car telling me I would be ok. Then there was the noise as the fire brigade guys cut the two of us out of the car.
Despite the pain the feeling of relief when I was in the back of the ambulance was something else. In the end the two of us were lucky, no thanks to our so called friends, Cillian had broken both his legs and had a nasty head injury which I think they had to keep him in a c*** for a while to heal but he recovered ok, I had broken my left ankle and tibia, had 3 cracked ribs, broken my left forearm and also my left collar bone but after a weeks stay in hospital I was discharged into the care of my loving parents.
The downside of the accident was having to go back to my parents house as I was pretty ***********ed, it was a worse torture than any of the bones I had broken. My mother decided that this was the perfect opportunity to cleanse my body of all my toxins as despite my desperate pleas she wouldn't even let me have as much as a cup of coffee.
Fortunately help was at hand when Noreen was allowed to visit, I wondered what the fuck she was up to when she slid her hand under my bedclothes and into my panties, I thought surely she is not going to have a play with me but no my angel had smuggled in a nicotine patch despite my mothers search of her and she had placed it on me so it was hidden by my pants.
The boredom being stuck in the house became something else and I was glad when a wheelchair finally arrived as at least I could get out and get some fresh air. The fresh air lasted all of about 10 seconds which was the time it took me to light the best ciggie of my life, which was only slightly ruined by my mother shouting at me from behind.
The accident and all the following physio work to get me back walking meant that I missed way too much school work to contemplate doing my final exams so it would mean that I would have to repeat the year.
Devastated I was with this and although the school said I should still come into class I found that very hard to motivated myself to do. So instead I found myself heading a lot to the bong house and getting stoned for the day with the other dopeheads. Before the accident I had not spent much time in the house as I was getting good weed off Noreen's boyfriend and in my absence I found that a few of the regulars has started using heroin (no doubt supplied by the boyfriend) which I was all a bit scared by but I was definitely intrigued watching them as they shot themselves up, but for now good weed was good for me.
8 years ago