First there was Devil Dog... Then there was Ham and Noodle Seizure Kid... Probably around 12-13 years-old... I think his name was Bill Knack... he was a pretty nice, normal kid. So one day we're at the YMCA playing basketball or something and the kid projectile vomits like five gallons of ham and noodles, and then he falls on the ground and goes into convulsions. They cart him off on a stretcher and within two weeks we forget all about him... because kids are bastards like that. Like three months later they wheel him back into school... Class A puddin' head. He had some sort of stroke. He was a friggin' mess, and watching him try and feed himself at lunch was a horror show. Why do they do that shit? Why do they wheel a puddin' head, who everybody used to know as a normal human being, back into school? Like high school isn't hard enough without they go and lay that kind of trauma on your developing brain? Lock that monster up in an institution somewhere for cripe's sake. Ham and Noodle Seizure Kid eventually worked his way back to walking with cripple crutches... the kind with the forearm ring thing like Ant was talking about... and he got so he could about communicate a, "How's it going?" in under ten minutes, but lunchtime was still an ordeal for the spectators. During serior year he wrote an article for the school newspaper titled, The Knack is Back!... get it? Bill Knack? Yeah, right? A puddin' head and a hack... God really hated this kid. His article recounted his story from his prior life as a human being, his ham and noodle seizure, his struggle with puddin'headedness, and his subsequent "recovery". The article was meant to be inspiring, but it was just awful and depressing... because he was still a disaster. A couple of silly cheerleader broads put him up as a candidate for Prom King, thinking it was going to play out like some sort of awful Lifetime Channel estrogenfest starring a bloated Vallerie Bertinelli and Corky as "The Prom King". But, of course, Ham and Noodle Seizure Kid was roundly trounced in the election, garnering only a handful of votes... because, like I said... kids are bastards like that. Who were your 'Disaster Kids'?