"I didn't rest on the Sabbath."
A few months after 9/11 my brother flew down to visit for some holiday, I forget which one. Well my Grandma was in town also. When my brother left my mom told him to call when he got home. He did and I was the one lucky enough to answer the phone. I thought I would play a joke on my mom and grandma so I made myself cry and went down and told them that it was the police that just called and there was a plane crash and my brother had died. They immediate jumped and I immediately told them the truth that it was a joke and he was fine. Now I've done worse in my life but I've always felt if there was any specific thing that would determine I go to hell I've always felt that would be it. To be in eighth grade and not think about stuff.
I secretly hoped my father in law would hurry up and die so he wouldn't die during Coachella weekend.
I jerked off my grandpa once. He didn't want it.
We were driving to a rave in 2001 in Lake Perris called How Sweet It Is. There were two car loads of people and in my car there was a guy named Tim. Tim was a bit of an idiot to begin with so it was my bad judgement to allow him into my vehicle. Well, we get to the Palm Springs and Tim starts acting a little strange. He tells us he took acid... Ok, no big deal I guess.
We get to Beaumont (I believe) and get off the highway and the minute we stop the car, he freaks out and asks why we stopped (we were in a Carl's Jr. parking lot). I told him we needed to get food, then gas and he started screaming, "BUT THE COPS ARE HERE AND CAN HEAR US THROUGH THE RADIO."
Turns out he took 7 red geltabs and was out of his mind. He proceeds to get out of the car and stuff his money (roughly $500) behind a dumpster because he thinks the cops will take it from him. He refuses to get back in the car and says he needs to call his parents to come pick his up before the cops do . He believed they had been listening to him the whole time.
After an undetermined period of time of arguing and chasing him around, someone in our group attempted to call his parents and tell them what's going on. They refuse to pick him up. We tell him we are going to leave him there if he refuses to come with us. So, we left him there...
But then after we did that, I turned around, drove back to the Carls Jr parking lot, went behind the dumpster and took his money and pretended like it never happened. We used it to pay for an extra hotel room and miscellaneous items. One of his friends went back to pick him up though, so he came back and started questioning what we did with his money. Everyone told him that he left it and to go fuck himself.
So, I stole a lot of money and ditched someone who was a "friend" in California who was on acid... but fuck that guy.
When I was in elementary (probably around 10 years old) I started a drug cartel. We took those little "Rocket" candies, crushed them up and put them into little baggies. At recess we would go around and sell them to other kids and get them to play the "drug cartel game" as well. After a few days there were quite a few kids who were buying these bags of candy off us until one kid went a little too far and actually tried snorting the powdered candy. He ended up getting a really bad nose bleed and ratted us out.
When I was a teenager we went to this small city where my grandparents grew up. My cousin and I were staying in a hotel room and ended up getting drunk and stoned. We decided to do some prank phone calls. So we looked up the area code and common first 3 digits of the city we were staying in. After a few prank calls we called one number where what sounded like an old lady picked up the phone. I told the woman that I was outside of her window and that I was coming to get her..... then I hung up. The next morning my uncle knocks on the door and tells us that someone from this hotel called the house of my great grandmother and threatened her. Neither of us had any idea what her phone number was, and amazingly we made that 1 in 9999 fluke of calling her house. 15+ years later and we still deny that it was us.
I wore polyester.
My friends and I used to throw cups of water at drive-thru employees when we were teenagers. Really though this thread so far is not living up to its premise, I think the things that make us terrible people are the things we do day in and day out without any intention of ever changing.
(like me posting, get it)
8/7-8/9: Outside Lands Music Festival
8/8: Holly Herndon @ The Chapel
8/11: Screaming Females @ The Rickshaw Stop
8/14: John Roberts, Laurel Halo @ f8
8/20: The Sandwitches @ The Chapel
8/22-23: FYF Fest
8/29: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard @ The Rickshaw Stop
9/18: Octave One @ Mighty
9/20: Max Graef, Huxley, Glenn Astro @ The Midway
9/23-27: Decibel Festival
9/29: Titus Andronicus
I gave my son a bag of gummi worms and some fruit roll-ups instead of cooking him dinner on account of being too hungover
I also pushed my sister down the stairs when we were like 8 and 7.
In 6th grade I was the kid who introduced drugs into the very small Catholic school, of my class of 30 about 5 of those kids wound up with really bad drug and drinking problems. Those 5 kids were the ones I did drugs with first.
I also picked on a kid in 4th grade who later grew up grew up and killed himself, granted it was because of a girl that dumped him. I do feel a bit better that I did run into him at one point and apologized profusely that I was such a shitty child.
She sweared on the bible she didn't do it.
I coveted her punching you.
Nobody ever "needs" one. Holy smokes do things get crazy after about 5 of them.
Me, my accomplice and the Devil are going to be holding on to these details a while.
Last edited by marooko; 12-22-2012 at 10:19 AM.
Glad my experience could help spice the thread up. No idea why I typed all that either. It really all was a fucked situation. We did shatter many car windows and caused a couple spin outs. Like I said, I couldn't have been older than 3rd grade, and a lot of those experiences really fucked with my young head. See the Dream thread, pretty sure those nightmares I had were related.
I'm going to Hell for at least two reasons. Both have to do with rabbits.
When I was in high school in Birmingham, MI, I used to mow yards to make money. One day, I was mowing and just as I ran over a hole in the yard, a baby rabbit popped out and fur and rabbit parts when flying! OMG. Later I saw momma rabbit, and her and I were so sad. That was over 40 years ago and I still can't get that out of my head.
The other time I was driving near Lubbock TX on a 2 lane road, and I ran over a rabbit right as it darted across the road. The reason I remember it, it was on Easter. I killed the Easter bunny.
One more - this one will only get me to purgatory - I was driving on a 2 lane road in rural NM, and I saw a dead cat in the middle of the road. No big deal about road kill, except right as I was going to run over it, it stood up and BAM! I killed it. Apparently it was only sleeping. I woke it up just in time to kill it.
Survival of the fittest. Those animals were dumb.
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