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| .adventures.in.chaos. |
| 01.30.04 (11:17 pm) [edit] |
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[ mood | reminescing ] [ music | the noose .a.perfect.circle. ] [i]I'm more than just a little curious about how you're planning to go about making your amends.. to the dead.[/i] .with.your.halo.slipping.down. [LINE] As I promised I would talk more about me, myself, and the people I've known.. Here is a personal tale of dread and woe... [i]once upon a time I grew up... ... these are some Hick Adventures ...[/i] I'm from a small town near toronto... if anyone is familiar with southern ontario, you know its basically a conduit of smaller cities that make up the GTA [grand theft auto, or rather the Greater Toronto Area as they call it now]... anyways, although I am more or less from a small hick town [pop 36000+ at the time] we were always within 10-40 mins of a city... so instead of 'cow-tipping' [as I am asked frequently what its like to do, and 'No' I dont know..] we would go to one of like eighteen theathers in the area or hit one of like 8 major malls... mind you this is like senior highschool by this point, so cutting class to go see a movie wasn't uncommon... hmm whats the point here... kay, highschool consisted of friends that had interesting side adventures.. it was like a bad road trip with hicks... but memories of my one friend Kelly that owned a trampoline; he trained for the pentatholon [run;bike;swim;archery;eq uestrian] and this was one of his work out tools... to this day I still never understood what the point was in having to be half naked to dismantle that trampoline... he just needed to not have a shirt on for this... There was another time, when we absolutely had to go see Twister, so right after class we blastoff for the nearest theater... we turned a 20min drive into an 8 min race.. we missed the previews, but fuck we got to make cracks about Antie Emm avoiding the suck zone!!! we nearly died speeding into the back of a volkswagon beatle.. made the day more adventurous... hmmmm other stories... well there was the time my friends Rob and Kristan were on a daredevil tear... after pointless discusions [I was told] about the weight of a Ton Pickup and the physics that say its difficult to have something of great mass escape the bounds of gravity.. In hickdom, well... Kristan bets Rob he can't jump his Pickup over some ditch in his back Orchard.. All Four Wheels, ya see... Again I missed being there... they're both in the cab, they gun the engine, and hit the bank... VOOOOOOSSSSHH :shock: Rob does it!!! The fucking Pickup actually gets air!! It crashes down and actually doesn't roll either... I know, I know.. thats not funny... but wait ... there's more... So Kristan's out like ten bucks or something retarded, like use of his left testicle for a week.. but anyways, Rob's all shit-happy cuz He shows up our 'genius' friend... he gets his Pickup home and a large CLUNK interupts his mood :? Rob opens up his hood and looks around.. "SHIT" The fucking Battery fell into the engine destroying the casing and that sounded the death of his Pickup... well that and after checking it out, the realization that the heavy steel frame of this ninety eighties monster of a truck had split the frame in three places... *sigh* that truck was missed... it drove us to many a movie or drinking event in *snicker* the bush [okay, 'the bush' in s.ontario is someones back yard, but there is a convienece store like ten minutes away]... This was the same truck we bailed hay into, or dragged lawn mowers around in.. the same truck that had gastank2 strapped on with a coat hanger... the reason we drove it fast was to be clear if the tank fell free from the frame... also the same truck Rob was too lazy to drive into town, so I drove it for him sans liscense while he slept the whole ten mintues it took us to get there... I could never park that thing well... Well to add another story about Rob and vehicles.. Rob's truck being rust fodder for the scrappers, he bought a tiny gold 88 Honda: sunroof, low riding, two seater that squeezed could fit six people illegally.. Well other Hick thing we did involved the driving.. driving was all we really had to do as teenagers.. so there are lots of backroads and hills you can thunder down at law defying speeds... anyways, Rob decides his Honda is the fastest shit since this week [or his last truck escapade]... Understand, Rob was a fuck up, but thats what friends are for; if you can't make your own fun, let someone else fuck around and do it for you... reasons they are friends and you love them, sorta.. Anyways, back to the Gold Honda.. after tearing around familar backroads of drit & there, is this Escrapemenet near Milton, its our ski hill, rock climbing, and camp site thats like five mins away.. its a baby mountain, if mountains were green bumps on the earths surface.. any ways, Rob wants to see how fast this new car can go.. how do you get Xtra speed??? You go down a big hill of course... So we take a trail up and find a road to bullet down.. there's a slight jump which gives you some air.. so there's Me, Rob driving, his sister, and her friend with us... we do the drive and get some nice speed... its a great rush!!! oh to be young and stupid again.. anyways, we do this like twice and then one more time we figure we can really max out the car... so from the Top we gun it.. we're doing like 120k mid way and a giant propane tanker truck starts backing in to a farm lot.... :shock: we are _soooooooo_ fucked... Rob hits the breaks but that turns out to be rather pointless on gravel covered pavement... the truck starts pulling forward into the farms drive way and we miss the fucking thing by about ten feet... so that damnear earned us a darwin award, [yes I said damnear; its one word dontcha know] but admitedly we would have died in a huge explosion!! It was on my list of stupid ways to die but make a statment on the way out.... of course other things like dry-humping a zepplin till it ignites is up there too... well I have many more pointless stories to pass on... I hope this one at least made someones day =p cheers +laine+ |
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