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When I was pretty young, I’d say around 7; some shit went down around 6 in the morning that scared the hell out of me. I had been sleeping in my room, and I needed to pee badly. I got up and headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. If you stood at the door of the bathroom you could easily see the window that looked out to our backyard. As I turned into the bathroom, before I could turn on the light, I saw the figure of someone wearing a cowboy hat in the window. I could see it really well because the lights on the street behind our house always shined on our backyard. I stood there for at least a minute in shock until finally the shadow moved off to the right. I ran as fast as I could to my parent’s room and woke them up to tell him what I saw. As I was telling them about the shadow I saw in the window, we all heard this loud bang come from outside. My dad jumped out of bed, and headed for the front door. When my dad opened the door we could hear this weird moaning sound. I ran into the dining room, and hid behind the chairs. My dad went outside to see what was going on, but when he came back to the house he said he didn’t see anyone out there.

About an hour later after I got ready for school my mom asked me to take the trash out. As I walked up to the trash can, I noticed oil on the ground. There was also a trail of dripped oil going to our backyard. I decided to follow the trail of oil to the backyard thinking that maybe our lawnmower was leaking or something (I don’t remember what I was thinking really). When I reached the backyard I saw a body lying in the bushes and a cowboy hat, and I immediately turned around and ran. As I ran back I felt like something was chasing me. You know that weird feeling you get when you are scared and you think someone is right behind you. I hate that feeling. As I made my way around the trash can, I slipped and fell in the puddle of oil. Turns out it wasn’t oil at all… it was a big puddle of blood. I yelled for my mom, and walked to the front of the house. When my mom saw me she thought that I was the one bleeding, but I told her I fell in it and that there was a guy in the backyard lying in our bushes. My mom and dad ran to the backyard, but I stayed put and cried (I was 7… shut up).

Turns out it was the old drunk Mexican guy who lived next door. We figure that he probably confused our house for his, and tried to get in. Then at some point he fell and broke his head open. All I know is that whole incident scared the hell out of me. He didn’t die that day, but he did die another day… in our backyard… while drunk. The dumb fool fell and hit his head again. You’d think he would have learned his lesson the first time. Luckily I wasn’t the one who found him when he died.

And that… is one of Nick’s Greatest Moments.