When I was born my umbilicle cord was wrapped around my neck, choking me! Yeah, I wanted out of this world even before I came in.

Then, when I was really young I ran into a busy street for some stupid reason, and it just so happened that the car that was coming towards me was my neighbor, who happens to drive fairly slowly, so she avoided hitting me. But if I woulda gotten hit by any other car going fast, I probably woulda died.

I also smoked way too much weed for what I was used to and started having a severe panic attack that lasted several hours. I know I wasn't going to die, but I sure felt like it. I think I was laying on the bathroom floor for several hours before dragging myself downstairs. I kept throwing up and shit. Bad experience.