Hi. Junkies in my early 30s. I made uh, the bad decision of standing on the back of a golf cart, just like this gentleman did, it's in the middle of the day. I was picking up my friends from their boat to go to a beach house for the weekend. Stone, cold sober, but I was wearing flip flops. My friend was driving at a normal Pace. No turns. Just straight ahead and off. I flew. I hit my head so hard, my friends could hear it and that's how they knew. I was no longer on the golf cart. In my case it was the stupid shoes wiggle, wiggle, pop pop.