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Okay I'll start...

I quit my steady job at a Thrifty's drug store and stiffed the landlord of my apt.s at the time to go to L.A. and do stuff with a band I was working with

Well eventually the bottom fell out and the band broke up and I had to go home with my tail between my legs... Mom and step dad were so happy about that  :P

Anyway, A neighbor of mine who was in the car business hired me to work on cars

He at one point bought an old limousine and asked me to take his friends about in it... And so I was suddenly a chauffeur

So when I was done driving folks around I'd go pick up friends of mine and go to dance clubs or other places

This of coarse was great fun until my neighbor got pissed and sold the limo

Kinda funny because I took a job as an actual chauffeur a few years later  :laugh:

Wow...my young life is so boring compared to that...I stay home with a dog and watch tv...

20 plus years ago, I gave up trying to transition and went and drove 18-wheeler.   While it was interesting, I would not do it again.

I got to see a lot of the country, thru a windshield.  But unless you really like being alone, don't do it.

Younger?  I'm not done yet.

I think most of it started in HS when we (and it was a mixed group, five guys and 3 girls, none of whom were ever romantic with anyone else in that group) discovered we could ski off the backside of resorts in Tahoe into areas where if we messed up, pretty much we'd be dead.  But that was only winter, in summer we'd do technical climbing with the least amount of equipment we could get by with.  Obviously safety equipment wasn't needed.  Hell, it was going to take a silver bullet to kill us. 

Every Xmas we'd take off the day after Xmas and go to Death Valley for NYE, where we'd spend a day and a half hiking/packing stuff (firewood, beer, not much else) up into some box canyon so we could do our annual Carlos Castaneda Unusual Occurrences in the Desert party, with the appropriate party favors.  God I miss those parties, they were awesome.  But again, a bunch of HS kids, out in the wilderness tripping balls all night long around a huge bonfire was perhaps not the best idea we ever had, but not the worst either.

3 of us road motorcycles from San Francisco to the Panama Canal, through Nicaragua during the revolution, that was most likely a bad idea.

Went on the road with a bunch of bands, some famous, some not - all of those antics, hi-jinx and shenanigans are pretty much unprintable (until I finish the book at least, but I'm changing lots, and lots, and lots of names).  Let's just say your wildest imagination does not even come close.  So sure, I can get you backstage honey, ask me how.  Bring your friend with you.

Tekla I would totally read that book.

People tend to think my life is pretty crazy and I'm always the one telling the hilarious stories that start with "So we were in this dumpster..." but now there's a thread about it I can't think of anything worth writing down :D

Quote from: Janet Lynn on July 15, 2010, 08:41:48 PM
20 plus years ago, I gave up trying to transition and went and drove 18-wheeler.   While it was interesting, I would not do it again.

I got to see a lot of the country, thru a windshield.  But unless you really like being alone, don't do it.

I did it for like a month and that was enough for me! It was certainly overcompensation, and of the unhealthy type.

When I was 16 me and my friends got the idea to construct some homemade firearms to go with our copious amounts of .22LR ammunition that we had found. We decided to make a wooden barrel that attached to the end of a pellet gun and used the pellet hitting the bullet to fire... Long story short, there is a reason barrels aren't made of wood!

I got tons of stories, but most of them go nowhere, as me and my friends would always chicken out or otherwise totally make a mess of things...

I once spent a summer cooking burgers on an open air barbque sort of thing, next to a large marquee at the Edinburgh festival.

I got really high on wacky baccy and use to say silly things to everyone who walked past. It became a bit of a feature.

There was this young girl there. Uni student. She was really pretty and I so much wanted to look like her. We got talking and got on quite well. (I didn't go around telling people much about myself. There was a vibrant gay scene there, but though I call myself gay, I'm not that sort of gay).

She disappeared for a few days and returned with a completely different hair do, sort of making it obvious that she was interested. Sadly, I'd spent so long high as a kite by that time, I kinda over reacted and told her she was being really silly and so on. She burst into tears and ended up crying with several other girls.

I became really unpopular after that. But nothing they could say was worse than how I felt.

Eventually, some of the guys loaded me up with more alcohol than I'd ever drunk till it just didn't seem that important any more.

That was over 30 years ago now. One of those guys became a prison officer, another a policeman. Another went onto accountancy.

Not sure about the girl. But I should think she married some rich guy who is really nice.

Fortunately I'm still young and have many years and stories to go. One of the more recent crazy things I did was climbing a church (semi-drunk) during winter in the middle of the night with a bottle of vodka. The thing was closed due to rennovation and wrapped in scaffolding. Two friends climbed over the wall and climbed the scaffolding to get inside. They then opened the door downstairs. Heck are those staircases wicked!... However, halfway the tower we needed to climb back outside to continue upwards by the scaffolding. Eventually we reached the top of the tower, used a ladder to get on top of it and then sat there in the freezing cold...

It was magnificient, cold, and yes we rang the bells as well. Luckily we didn't get arrested and luckily no one got hurt while climbing back down after that vodka.

Ah and here's some pictures: http://www.wandelpaden.com/images/DEVENT2.JPG (http://www.wandelpaden.com/images/DEVENT2.JPG)  (yep we sat on that iron little roof) http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4433998347_f7e4f41eae_m.jpg (http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4433998347_f7e4f41eae_m.jpg)

My rowdy (probably not as rowdy as some though. mostly just excessive drug use, drinking, & being obnoxious) days were mostly limited to late high school & the time I took off before college, although I still hang out with some of the same people. A few things stand out though:

My friend Shari & I used to be homeless. We generally slept in various parks unless we could find people to sleep with for the night. Tired of being cold, we climbed up on some person's apartment balcony, & stole the very large 13 star American flag that was hanging there. She still has it after 14 years.

Spun out of our minds, a few other friends & I were driving around bored at 8 in the morning. We found a burning thrift store, parked, & watched it burn to the ground because it seemed amusing. The only reason this stands out is that there must have been a dozen other carloads (presumably not all tweakers) doing the same thing thing, & not calling the fire department.

We used to have "Hellrose parties" when a bunch of us lived in the same apartment complex. We took over the building, & did what we wanted, regardless of the neighbors who didn't know us calling the cops every time we didn't invite them all. This didn't last long heh.

We still have Burning of the Bunny every Saturday before Easter, but we no longer chase the guy named Rabbit around & try to set him on fire.

One friend who died a few years ago even made Urban Dictionary:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=NDN (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=NDN) (first entry)

Three of us were hiking on Ben Nevis (Scotland). It started to be a white out. Two said lets continue, scardy cat said no. We did an emergency bivouac. When the snow cleared we looked at the 300 foot drop six feet in front of us.

Walking home from a pub, the guy I was with saw two skin heads wearing white. He shouted 'Butchers" they and the thirty odd behind them that he hadn't seen started the chase.

Also lots that I cannot mention ::)

Cindy

 @No_id... Loved the climbing up on the church story

Wow... I was just realizing upon reflection that for a rather shy, quiet and somewhat reserved individual, I got up to some rather wild and crazy stuff

But I realize that most folks couldn't really give a snip anyway so I needn't bother relating any more

I am still young but I have done some crazy stuff.

~When I was 15 me and a friend blew up his parents mail box with fireworks when a cop cuffed us and told us thats a federal offense. Yadda yadda. 10 minutes later we accidentally blew up/broke the part that shuts the water off and on to his house and flooded the street.

~Same friend and my Best Friend scared his neighbors by doing a "ritual murder" in his front yard. Blared Enya....neighbors didn't know who that was. That was when we had our "we are so goth" phase.  ;D Now I am normal goth. lol


~Not sure if this is crazy or just determined to win. (Usually they are the same thing) But at my peak of racing motocross for Suzuki's amature team I raced Friday night, Saturday Night, Sunday day, practiced at tracks 2 nights a week, worked out the rest, went to school, and still got all 8 Pokemon badges for the card game and the card shop and wpn Dragonball Z tournaments. lol Man I was in shape....of course I am in shape now. Round is a shape.

Quote from: Virginia Marie on August 04, 2010, 01:59:38 AM
@No_id... Loved the climbing up on the church story

Haha glad you enjoyed it. Did I mention that two of my friends actually stole the hands of the clock and now display them on their walls?... ;)

Quote from: no_id on August 04, 2010, 06:39:14 AM
Haha glad you enjoyed it. Did I mention that two of my friends actually stole the hands of the clock and now display them on their walls?... ;)

that is awesome. stylish too ;D

QuoteWhat kind of crazy stuff did you get up to in younger days?

I read books and they were made of paper. I also helped wash the dishes as we did not have machines or TV. We used slide rules as if they were computers.

I do not care to acknowledge my age and so I am still doing utterly crazy stuff, and of course having recently reprised my days as a student, I have had plenty of opportunity ;D

However probably my craziest thing ever was when I ended nearly blowing up my school having made a large quantity of contact explosives (quite an amount of which I had spread around the floor in one of the classrooms so that it would detonate when it was stood on). The sound was deafening and I nearly blew the headmasters shoes off when he walked in to take a Latin class!

Amazingly I got off without even a reprimand. I think by then they had all concluded that a boy who insisted on dressing largely as a girl was pretty darned crazy anyway and so this sort of thing was entirely in character.  :laugh:

Quote from: rejennyrated on August 06, 2010, 05:05:09 PM
a large quantity of contact explosives (quite an amount of which I had spread around the floor in one of the classrooms so that it would detonate when it was stood on).

TNP? or RDX? I used a TNP solution I came up with in Chem Class. A little here and there, the restrooms and hallway in college. When it dried, it went off like a small firecracker when stepped on (usually). Loud but harmless (sort of). My instructor knew it was me, but he couldn't keep a straight face when he confronted me. We got along fine after that one...... :)

According to my father, I was a bona fide juvenile delinquent at sixteen. I was twenty minutes late coming home from seeing my boyfriend. He was leaving for a bicycle trip through Europe the next morning, and I wasn't going to see him for six weeks.

Quote from: rejennyrated on August 06, 2010, 05:05:09 PM
I do not care to acknowledge my age and so I am still doing utterly crazy stuff, and of course having recently reprised my days as a student, I have had plenty of opportunity ;D

However probably my craziest thing ever was when I ended nearly blowing up my school having made a large quantity of contact explosives (quite an amount of which I had spread around the floor in one of the classrooms so that it would detonate when it was stood on). The sound was deafening and I nearly blew the headmasters shoes off when he walked in to take a Latin class!

Amazingly I got off without even a reprimand. I think by then they had all concluded that a boy who insisted on dressing largely as a girl was pretty darned crazy anyway and so this sort of thing was entirely in character.  :laugh:

Oh yes, the chemistry classess :laugh: We secretly made twenty or thirty bell jars of ethylene, instead of the one. tossed a match and had a fantastic fireball; people screaming the whole show, detention, strapping, Ah it was worth it. :laugh: :laugh:

Throwing sodium into the sink.  ;D ;D ;D

Modern kids don't get to learn science anymore. ::) ::)

Hugs Honey

Cindy

At 15, I was into new age stuff, so basically reading that. school
At 16, I went through a depression. Lot of crying, locked up in my room.
At17, I got a job, worked hard at school.
At the start of 18, I worked, tried to be the best of my job.

now, i feel the same as i did at 17.
im 18

thats the summed of the past years

Letsseehere...
I got thrown in SAFE for a week once, no recollection as to why. I slept through half of it and skipped the other half. One of those days I and 3 friends went walking around Lexington all day long, checking out all sorts of back roads. We ended up only 2 miles away after an entire school day worth of walking. I stole a pink dog collar from a K-Mart just to make the trip worth something, wore it to school for the rest of my stay. It was even on my state ID because I forgot to take it off when I got my last name changed for my 18th birthday.

That dog collar gave me an interesting experience too. My political science class went to Frankfort for the governors inauguration. On the bus when the mean old attendance lady nobody likes is making sure everyone is accounted for, she calls my name, and I said "Here" and thought that was that. She finished but there was some girl she didn't recognize, apparently sitting right behind me or something. She says "Who's that girl over there? What's your name?" I look behind me, and no girls. I look ahead of me, no girls. I point to myself and give her the "Me?" look, and she says "Yes you, what's your name?" I smiled wide and felt really nice about myself, completely forgetting to answer her. One of my friends from the class says "That's Cody, you already got him" and then he tapped my shoulder and said "Dude... she thinks you're a girl." Nobody could understand why I was laughing at them all.

A friend of mine who has a major people-cat fetish bought me gothic style kitty ears and I wore them with my pink dog collar the rest of the year. My favorite reaction was from the catty b**** who used to talk about me while I slept through English: "WHY is he wearing CAT ears?!"

Add to that the long curly hair, all black clothes and bondage pants with chains dragging across the floor like a poltergeist, a set of behind-the-ear headphones always around my neck, and usually blaring music, and my affinity for roaming the halls during classes whenever I don't feel like sleeping, I was probably one of the most interesting people at that school. I would spread out across a couple desks and just sleep through all of English, most of Chemistry, and Algebra 2.

During lunches I always stole a couple large backpack full of milk cartons. Nobody questioned how i went in with one empty backpack and came out with two full backpacks. I'd share my booty with my friends, take a bunch home (wasn't allowed to drink Dad's milk at home, too expensive for us pee-ons). When we finished a carton it would get put in line, top to the ground, and stomped on as hard as possible. The first time freaked everyone else out, but they got used to the many loud explosive sounds after a while.

I even skipped down the hallways with one of the principals singing the Oscar Myer Wiener song once.

I dressed up for Halloween in some clothes my friend Chrissy let me borrow, and she did my makeup on the bus (almost lost an eye, but I didn't, so it's ok). It wasn't an original idea, but I was the only one I knew who didn't get pulled to the side by a principal for "disturbing the peace" or some BS.

Most people who tried to do just a few of things I did regularly were punished or told to change their clothes to something less "offensive". I wasn't even chastised. Highschool was mostly awesome for me.

EDIT: I gotta add that I'm still only 20, so theres still more fun to be had.
Also, another one. I went to NOLA with a group from my college last year. Got a little tipsy "tasting" the various drinks that my friends legally bought themselves, and rocked out to Don't Stop Believing in 4 different Bourbon Street bars. Every time I get thrown out of one, I go find one that's playing Journey and have some fun for another hour.