Utterly Mad

I used to quite frequently get hit by cars, busses and trucks because I couldn't be bothered to walk across the road any faster, I mean I figured if it hit me and killed me then that was my time to die and that was okay, never did kill me, rarely even injured me, just bruises and scrapes, so I figure it never was my time to die.

Bunch of viking warriors up in here. "Todays a good day to die, VALHALLA!"

I've been hit a few time's but that was less "meh" and more "oh look, the shit lords that bullied me in highschool have just rolled their van onto my steel toe boot. Oh look, now they are sticking their heads out the window and laughing. I wonder if they will see this rock hurtling towards the rear window of their shitty pedophile van?" On one of the three occasions, it was just negligence on the part of the driver.