I'm "It"

I've been meme-tagged by Dadahead and given the following task: "list five weird things about yourself." (here are his responses...Little House on the Prairie?). Let's go...

1. For most of my life, I had a strawberry phobia.

2. Matt, the full-time atheist and part-time agnostic, attended a Christian seminary for two years.

3. I had scoliosis when I was 11 years old and was left with mildly-bad posture (not that it's very noticeable; here is the only known of photo of Mattwick).

4. I used to deer and turkey hunt with my dad (it's an Arkansas thing).

5. Okay, so this is a true story. I was at this bar one time going way overboard with the beer. A band is playing and I decide to get on stage with them. I do so, and just stand up there drinking, staring at the crowd. The band doesn't say anything, they just play on and ignore me. Then I notice that, in a small room behind the stage, a lot of people are doing drugs and hanging out. It's apparently the "cool" room, so I make my way into it and strike up a conversation with a lady who is standing in the corner with her eyes closed, swaying to the music. Now, at this point my mind is starting to go, the memory is shutting down, so I have visual memories for a bit longer but no sound. Anyway, I remember we talked. Have no idea what was said, but after several minutes pass I drop to my knees, lean over and kiss the top of her bare foot . Then, I leave the room and walk back up on stage with the band. The crowd starts to cheer me on, yelling "Chug it!!", and that's when my memory goes. I black out. What happens next is now local legend...it was told to me later by my roommate and various random witnesses. A bouncer finally gets around to kicking me out. I say to my roommate, "Dude, there's a party in the back, we have to get in there. We need to be there now!" I tell him that we can sneak in through the back of the bar. I run around to the back parking lot and see that the bar's patio area is surrounded by a 15 foot tall fence. It's wooden and the very top part of it is made out of intricate, yet flimsy, trellis. Despite warnings from my roommate that the fence doesn't look sturdy enough, I start to climb. Things go okay until I make it to the top and peek into the patio area...suddenly the trellis-work I'm holding onto breaks off in my hand. I fall backwards and land head-first on a huge water heater. Then, still head-first, I slide off of the heater and into a barrel that is filled to the brim with cooking oil. My roommate told me later that all he could see was this large barrel and my two legs sticking out of it like a pair of rabbit ears. I was too drunk to get out, so my roommate had to tip the barrel over to keep me from drowning. Several people helped drag me home and throw me into bed. I wake with: a huge gash in the back of my head; a swollen right knee; and bruises over both legs and over my entire back. Amazingly nothing is broken. Even though it's 12 hours later, I go to the emergency room as a precautionary measure. Too much time has passed for them to put stitches in my head, so they clean the gash, take x-rays and pronounce me lucky. The end.

Hmmm...who to tag?

1. Snave.

2. ImpulsiveCompulsive.

3. Sheryl.

4. Lady Alibi.

5. Patrick (i.e. "boss").