Bah, years of being suicidal and self mutilation, plus playing football and street basketball nearly every day, has given me a high tolerance for pain...

So I dunno. Maybe when I was walking across a crosswalk, and this idiot decided red lights meant nothing... He slammed on his brakes a few seconds too late, and the car's protruding hood ornament hit me in my kidney.
Even that wasn't that bad, though.

Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away... We'll be lost before the dawn...