When I was like 7, I witnessed a person who went to my school get into a horrible accident with his bicycle. I was the only one around, but I didn't tell anyone about it because he bullied me at school. He died from the injuries.
It's not often, but now and then I still get nightmares about it.
Last edited by Mirage; 12-03-2013 at 07:03 PM.
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?
lol, just to Dallas Texas...Grand Prairie TX to be exact. Started near Nashville. I went with 2 girls who wouldn't let me read the map, or I could have gotten us farther. Car died there and then we got jobs and lived in a car in hotel parking lots. It was one hell of an experience.
Last edited by Elskidor; 12-03-2013 at 07:23 PM.
Lol what the hell? You should've taken 40 straight across.
xD
I keep thinking of things.
We had a boxer named PeeWee when I was little and I remember my mom saying something about liking white boxers..So I tried to paint the dog with white out. My mom nearly lost it.
When I was like 15, I'd gone to my hometown for the Summer to spend time with my parents and friends and stuff.. One of my bffs (the same one with the crazy brother) and I hatched a plan to take my mom's Explorer to go see some guys. My parents went to Ohio to take care of some stuff for my grandmother and I talked them into letting me stay home. They left the keys to the car on the table, so I took them and left to go pick her up. We were gone for like an hour when the lady who stayed with me while my parents were gone saw the car missing and called the cops. They put an APB out on us and we panicked and ran away in it.
We made it like 3 counties over before the police got us. My friend was driving and decided to run for it. We finally stopped in a field somewhere and got arrested. I actually didn't get in trouble, but she did. I didn't hear from her after that for several years.. She already had a juvy record a mile long, so I assume she got sent off for awhile.
I was absolutely smurfing perfect.
<PaperStar> live fast, die young, bad plefs do it well
Lmao they decided to jump on 30 past Texarkana (near New Boston). That's where I lived for 8 months.
I hope that boy was BJ.
Oh oh, that reminds me. In 9th grade me and some friends took a pigs head from the science lab and hung it on the hook inside of a locker, and then put candles and dead roses in it. It took a few weeks until someone finally opened it and saw our pig shrine, but we never got into trouble for it...they never could prove it was us, but they knew, oh yes, they knew. Gwa ha ha. Kinda sick.