Life is all about taking risks but sometimes the risk is either stupid or dangerous or both. A couple of months ago I was walking home from work when one guy approached me asking if he could use my phone. I told him I'm not stupid and that he would run off. suddenly he pulls up a shirt and shows me his gun telling me he'll shoot me in the head in broad daylight on top of that I realize two other of his boys are behind me. At this point I'm making it clear that he's not going to get my phone, I just bought the phone brand new for $950 (HTC M8) so I tried stalling them. As I see a truck approach I'm thinking they would stop and help me out but instead they just drive by. My heard dropped and the goons get tired of waiting and pistol whip me on the head and I start bleeding like crazy. At this point I just pull out my phone and hand it to them. They run off, luckily someone, I have no clue who call the cops and they catch two of the three guys who I cannot wait to see those fuckers in court. Cops find the gun and it's loaded. Later on I realized I risked my life for a phone a fucking phone. Stupidest and most dangerous thing I have ever done.
Hindsight is always 20/20, ain't it? I've done a lot of stupid, dangerous things that, looking back, I'm thankful I made it out of unscathed. The one that usually comes to mind first is the time I decided to hitch a ride with a trio of strange fellas traveling across the Outback. I'm no stranger to odd characters, nor the perils of hitchhiking, but I sure shit myself when they left me stranded on a dirt road in the fucking desert with nothing but 360 degrees of horizon in sight. I laugh about it now -- just another story to not tell Mum -- but that could have gone a lot worse.
Scary story. We always tell ourselves that we are more important than our possessions, but when it comes down to it we value our material things more that we should. Glad you're alright.
Going 100mph during winter. Good thing I only did a couple 360s in the car then went off the road and hit part of a metal side road thing (i think its called a road guard) and scraped a tree with my mirror. Think before you do!
this is why I love Texas for it's gun laws. had some sht like this happen to me less than a year ago... Some fool came up to me asking the same question, when I denied he also lifted up his shirt and brandished a SMALL 9mm.. like tiny enough to be a hooker gun but lethal if it hit you in the right spot. Anywhore, this is why I love Glock 19's! all the hood looking fuckers know exactly what they are, and when you pull two of them out lightning fast and point right at their head.. well. let's just say people go from Thug-pussy real quick... Get a dual pair of 9's and a concealed carry permit... they work wonders 😋 ps for the idiot that decided to try to rob me, turns out he was some wanted criminal in the greater Austin area... got (22?) years for some unrelated rape and drug crime. Had I been in a bad mood that day, there would've been one less fuckface on the earth. I'm very trigger happy.
Riding an ATV drunk and stoned at high speed through a remote desert wash. Hit a rock hidden in late afternoon shadows. Machine did a complete barrel roll in mid-air and pitched me off. Broke off one front wheel at the hub, smashed two others, bent handlebars, crushed instrument cluster, exploded front drive shaft, bent tie rod, broke a whole bunch of other expensive stuff. I landed in a pile of soft dirt with nothing worse than a hard whack to my foot. My ankle swelled to twice it's normal size and my whole foot turned black and blue, including the arch and under my toenails. That was an epiphany for me; I figured I could have well ended up laying in a nursing home shitting into a diaper (maybe I am, and this is just a dream). Fixed the machine ($1600 in parts) and sold it. These days I cruise in my Jeep with a nice metal cage around me.
ok..so me and a friend decide to go drive around stoned off our ass...so while rideing around we start stopping people who are walking down the street asking one question.."exscuse me, "do you have any grey poupon?" they would say no and give us a weird look, and then we would say to them "well if you don't have any you can go fuck yourself"..then we got bored with that so we started to say it to people stopped at traffic lights...after the third person told us they were calling the cops, we left and went home....