My Friend Choked Me Out. I Chose Not to Die.
If I died, his life would be in ruins because he didn’t know his own strength
In 2015, a couple of my friends and I traveled to the north coast of Jamaica, just to chill for a weekend. It was a good time, considering the inner turmoil I was going through; unrequited love, limited job prospects. The sun and sea served as a nice contrast to my lopsided sanity.
We smoked some herb and I distinctly remember not feeling much of anything, until suddenly, I did. A friend of mine said something, I can’t remember what, and I made some joke that caused him to put me in a headlock. That may sound weird, but this had happened before, and everything seemed fine at first. But then I started tapping out like McGregor versus Nurmagomedov, and he wasn’t taking the hint. I would’ve loved to have told him to stop, but I simply couldn’t talk, and there was no one else there at the time to pull him off.
And that’s when it happened.
I’ve had close brushes with death before. I even remember wanting to know a near-death experience, as long as I didn’t die.
But be careful what you wish for. You might just get it and a sore neck, too.
From the outside, I saw myself slump towards the floor. Suddenly, a black screen…
