I think it was on a cold April morning in 2006.
I was throwing an USSR edition 888.
My 450th 888 if I am not mistaken,my wife and children had already left me by this time because of my terminal debt.
Think all you want,but that USSR 888 was the best damned yoyo a semi homeless person has ever thrown!
When performing a laceration and subsequently lacerating a tendon in my throwing arm due to severe malnutrition,the sudden pain caused made me to startle and trip over a what I think was a dismanteled 888 ready for polishing,I was really gonna mod it I swear!
Another pile of my pizza boxes(from my pizza deliveries)toppeled over me and burried me.I was eventually found (after someone complains about the smell) gnawed by bats and lying on a bed made from YYF 888 packaging.
888
Not even once.