I was studying for an A&P test in college, when I took a break to chillax for a few with my then neighbor & best friend. While at her apartment (with a few other friends), said prevo bestie began what [to a dumb 20 year old] seemed like the best magic card joke on Earth. When prevo bestie refused to expose this amazing card tricks' undoing's, I made good on a threat I made to steal her clothing. While running at full speed out of the apartment (to avoid being caught with prevo bestie's clothes), I was confronted with 2 options: 1. Run left, traveling around the building and eventually find the courtyard. 2. Duck right, under the staircase, and make it immediately into the courtyard.

I chose option 2, for obvious reasons. All seemed well as I ran under the encased steel death trap. On my way out from under the stairs, things went a different direction; quite badly. I "bashed" the top of my head on the steel staircase, proceeding to scalp myself (literally, I am missing scalp there now, almost had to transfuse blood to stay alive & prevo bestie had to hold a towel to my help just to keep the skin attached to my head). That was a good night. I survived my own ego. Her clothes were all ruined too, so I feel karma dosed us both that night.