Free fall
I was walking home drunk one night when I, honestly accidentally, knocked off a car windscreen mirror. I know from having had this done to my own car that it is pretty annoying. Some psychopath came running out his front door and started screaming that he was going to "cut and kill me." The guy came out on to the street, declared that I was "fcking dead" and made towards me.
I quickly made up my mind that I wasn't going to win any battle with this maniac so I made a run for it. I could his hear his footsteps thudding on the pavement behind and it sounded like he was gaining on me. I made the decision to cut into a garden to try and get away from him. I took a left and ran into a garden, I climbed over the fence into the next garden. I was still too scared to look back so I kept on running through the dark. I climbed another fence into another garden and in that garden I jumped yet another fence into the next gard - HANG ON! I was in the air and I just kept falling.
And falling. There wasn't a nice grassy garden waiting on the other side of this fence. I fell and fell until THUD! I landed on my right leg. It had been completely locked straight upon impact with the ground so I was in agony. To make matters worse my leg had buckled sending me head first into concrete. I took a look around. I was crying but through my tears I realised that the top half of my body was on a road and the bottom half of my body (legs downwards) were perched up on the pavement. I just lay in the dark and wailed for about half an hour. I'd forgotten about the man.
Eventually I picked myself up and hobbled home like a victim of an exploding mine. My hangover the next day was not the best.
