amama2six
You seem a little disappointed and/or hard on yourself for not getting posts here. Don't be, responses to topics can be a little like fishing; you never know when they're gonna bite, lol
As for crazy and/or cool stories, well lessee here,..
I was 19 and had my first apartment after leaving home/jw life and had the boys over for some of the usual Saturday night beers/party favours. Someone came up with the brilliant idea of going to the football stadium and climbing up on the roof, for no reason other than it was there and it was the order of the day to climb anything in the urban enviroment, buildings, smokestacks, etc. Besides, it seemed like a good place to smoke a little stickiest of the icky. Of course, the four of us were in agreement with this logic.
It was around midnight when we got there and there was nobody to be seen (security wise) so we hopped the gate and made our way up to the upper bleachers. Since the whole place was locked, the only way to get to the roof was by walking the grid that held the roof up, from the back where the top seating row was to the front "lip" of the roof. The grid was your typical steel I-beams about eight inches across and the front of the roof was approx 100 feet above the seats. We got up on the roof and completed our "mission", surveying the city nightscape with satisfaction and a supreme sense of accomplishment.
We made our way back down and were just hopping the gate when the first police cruiser arrived, close to where our vehicle was parked. Dammit! We hightailed it around to the other side of the building but were spotted. Three cruisers and the dog unit van nabbed us in front of a mexican food restaurant across from the stadium, where the last customers of the evening regarded the scene with shock and horror and some amount of amusement. What began as harmless hijinks soon escalated into a mad, adrenaline fueled dash for life and freedom and ended with the grim realization that it is rather uncomfortable to have your hands cuffed behind you in the back of a cruiser. We were taken in for questioning, me being one of the last. While I waited in the hallway, a cop asked me if I wanted a smoke, to which I said yes. He tossed one in my lap and laughed. Fascist bastard; I was still cuffed. But he felt a moment of remorse, uncuffed me and we chatted for a bit. After determining that we were harmless punks out for kicks, they gave us a stern warning and let us go. We had to walk back to the stadium to get the vehicle, which was about 3 miles but the goodies were still in there as we were careful about such things and had hid them well.
We capped off the night with a fattie and each of us swore never to do that again. Despite the terror of being chased down like dogs and spending the rest of the night in the shop, we all will remember that night and laugh like idiots about it. The thinks kids do, eh?
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