#41
When I was in high school, my friend and I were at this party being held by another friend, Tracy, whose parents were out of town. A lot of people were drinking and it was starting to get kind of loud. A typical high school drinking party.
Tracy said she was running low on snacks and asked if my friend and I minded running to the convenience store to pick up some chips and stuff. We said, “Sure,” and headed out.
We were only gone for about 10 minutes but when we were heading back, we saw blue lights flashing all around the house. The cops busted the party almost immediately after we left.
We laughed our a**es off in the car and kept driving past the house. I couldn't believe the luck we had in our timing. We drove down to the beach and ate the snacks by ourselves.
Tracy said she was running low on snacks and asked if my friend and I minded running to the convenience store to pick up some chips and stuff. We said, “Sure,” and headed out.
We were only gone for about 10 minutes but when we were heading back, we saw blue lights flashing all around the house. The cops busted the party almost immediately after we left.
We laughed our a**es off in the car and kept driving past the house. I couldn't believe the luck we had in our timing. We drove down to the beach and ate the snacks by ourselves.
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#42
I had a long distance unofficial “relationship” for 4 years. He was my first love. He wouldn’t commit to us/me because his ex (who lived in another country) got engaged behind his back. He treated me so well but also didn’t. He abandoned me for someone in his proximity (NYC). He literally committed the same thing he feared I’d do to him but promised I never would. Mind you we never met, we were always long distance. I was 16-20 for all of this & he was 3 years older, so he’d promise me he’d visit, but never did. Come to find out that girl he left me for? He a**sed her. I found her IG and DM’d her bc I was heartbroken & wanted to know what happened since I stalked her IG & saw they broke up. She sent me photos of bruises, told me everything she’d do for him, & what he did to hurt her. I believe I dodged a major bullet by never meeting him.
After all that he virtually stalked me for 5 years and in our very last phone call before that (when I was 20) he cried and said he always loved me and for the first time I didn’t feel a thing.
After all that he virtually stalked me for 5 years and in our very last phone call before that (when I was 20) he cried and said he always loved me and for the first time I didn’t feel a thing.
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#43
About 10 or so years ago, I had this friend who was nothing but bad news. We had some mutual friends from school and was one day invited home to the guy. Let’s call him Bob.
Bob had a firework tube. I don’t quite know the English word for them, but hopefully the picture is enough.
Bob also had a little twist with it. He had hammered nails through it everywhere. It had 8 bombs and each of them was pierced by several nails in all directions.
He wanted to fire it at a nearby field. And we were all game.
So off to the field we went, not far from the city. Right next to the field was a small forest. Really small, no more than a big handful of trees really.
We were about 5 or 6 boys, me, Bob, and some other guys from our class. At the field the other guys would find a place to stay safe while Bob and I went to place the firework and light it. We would then run down a slope and watch the mayhem unfold.
So there’s the scenario. On the left some trees, the slope up to the field and then the field. The multicolored line is the firework and the single, badly drawn stick man is a representation of me and Bob. If I drew two, things would look a little awkward.
After a few seconds of the firework starting to explode, I told Bob to move as I didn’t feel quite safe where we were.
Just as we got up and turned around, one of the shells landed where we were.
We managed to take a few quick steps away before it exploded. No harm done to either of us except the scare of it.
Bob had a firework tube. I don’t quite know the English word for them, but hopefully the picture is enough.
Bob also had a little twist with it. He had hammered nails through it everywhere. It had 8 bombs and each of them was pierced by several nails in all directions.
He wanted to fire it at a nearby field. And we were all game.
So off to the field we went, not far from the city. Right next to the field was a small forest. Really small, no more than a big handful of trees really.
We were about 5 or 6 boys, me, Bob, and some other guys from our class. At the field the other guys would find a place to stay safe while Bob and I went to place the firework and light it. We would then run down a slope and watch the mayhem unfold.
So there’s the scenario. On the left some trees, the slope up to the field and then the field. The multicolored line is the firework and the single, badly drawn stick man is a representation of me and Bob. If I drew two, things would look a little awkward.
After a few seconds of the firework starting to explode, I told Bob to move as I didn’t feel quite safe where we were.
Just as we got up and turned around, one of the shells landed where we were.
We managed to take a few quick steps away before it exploded. No harm done to either of us except the scare of it.
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#44
When I was about 13 or younger, I was in the boy scouts. One day, we went on a long hike near Vicksburg, Mississippi. There were a lot of us boys and but very few adults to guide us.
The adults got tired, and stopped to rest. Many of us boys weren't tired. Where we stopped, was a really steep hill. At first, I watched the other boys run down the hill and laugh all the way down, only to climb up and go again.
After seeing other boys run down the hill, I decided to give it a try. I ran down and as I got to the bottom, I tripped and slid on my side ruining my shirt and having a huge sore on my side. I was also at the bottom of a steep hill.
Fortunately, my father was there. Everyone else left and my father waited for me to climb back up the hill. It took about another 20 minutes and then we continued the hike.
About 30 minutes later, we got to a bridge and just past the bridge was the boy scout troop freaking out completely scared.
Apparently, some boys had been throwing rocks off of the bridge into a creek below when one of those rocks missed and hit a passing truck. The owner of the truck stopped the truck and got out. While the scout leader and the other boys tried to apologize to the truck owner, he pulled out a gun.
Everyone got to safety and no one was hurt, but I'm glad I left when I did.
The adults got tired, and stopped to rest. Many of us boys weren't tired. Where we stopped, was a really steep hill. At first, I watched the other boys run down the hill and laugh all the way down, only to climb up and go again.
After seeing other boys run down the hill, I decided to give it a try. I ran down and as I got to the bottom, I tripped and slid on my side ruining my shirt and having a huge sore on my side. I was also at the bottom of a steep hill.
Fortunately, my father was there. Everyone else left and my father waited for me to climb back up the hill. It took about another 20 minutes and then we continued the hike.
About 30 minutes later, we got to a bridge and just past the bridge was the boy scout troop freaking out completely scared.
Apparently, some boys had been throwing rocks off of the bridge into a creek below when one of those rocks missed and hit a passing truck. The owner of the truck stopped the truck and got out. While the scout leader and the other boys tried to apologize to the truck owner, he pulled out a gun.
Everyone got to safety and no one was hurt, but I'm glad I left when I did.
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