I've been to Canada, I would consider myself a good cook but by no means great, and I had a Myspace. A long time ago I set a trash can in my room on fire because I dumped hot incense ashes in it without thinking. Probably a few more stories, I was an accidental firebug.

I've got two scar stories, I guess. One would be a repeat from my broken leg story from the last topic, and the other is where I used to have my left eyebrow pierced. It was ripped out and now I've got a scar/indention there.

I was at a small party a long time ago that went south really quick when some coked out asshole the size of a freight train showed up and started throwing haymakers like Jake Lamotta. Turned out to be the host's cousin and after a prolonged display of aggression he told us to go down to his grandparents house and call the cops.

I dialed the phone but handed it off. Eventually the police showed up and like Bigfoot, the majestic cokehead disappeared into a nearby forest. Rumor has it he still roams there to this day.

I also called the cops one time a couple of years back on an obviously drunk driver. Swerving all over the road in front of me. I'm a snitch.

I really want to hear these saving a life stories. I'm in the presence of heroes.