Guy kidnapped me and "the mob" offered to get me back. They were loosely associated with an uncle of mine. They were going to track the kidnapper down break into his car and put illegal substances in his trunk and make an anonymous tip.
A Lincoln Contenential and a jacked up truck both backed into me from opposite sides and squished me. Saw the Lincoln and was moving away when the truck hit me from behind. Never saw the truck. I was 11
What's your 3.
Honestly not even as close to as interesting as many of the stories I've read on here, I guess that's how I live my thrills. Through stories of others haha.
1)Ran away from home may times when I was young, like every day. It was more of adventures, just walk out the back door and explore like a cat would. Make friends with whoever, whenever. No cell phones back then, well not for the public so eventually I'd come home through the front door with a yardstick waiting for me
2) Dated a girl throughout highschool for a period of 4 years, first love. Was supposed to leave on an 2 yr LDS mission, that fell through because I started haveing sex... and a lot of it. Of course after that, it all fell through 1 week before my leave date. Girl goes to college orientation and meets some guy and cheats on me. 2 years and a kid later, she messages me on FB trying to reconnect. (While she is "happily married") You never feel the same after that, it's easy to love, hard to trust.
3) This one is the most recent, as of Sunday. Recently 2 months ago I had 1 of my 4 roomates move out, so we found a replacement which happened to be a girl cousin of another roomate, so we figured that was a pretty solid thing. You know, bring more girls around, clean our kitchen and stuff...
None of that happened,
Turns out she was an alcaholic! Lost her job within the 1st week of moving in, 2 weeks later got another, and lost that one in a week as well. Then just last Sunday, I get home from work about 3pm. We had a rager party the night before, so there was like half of a 1800ml bottle of tequila left, and half 900ml bottle of rum. They polished off both bottles in the morning before I got hom. completely ratchet.
My Roomate comes running inside screaming "YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE", and sure enough I open my garage door to see that the attic is on fire. So we evac the pets, call 911 and deal with the Fire department.
Come to find out the fire was started by a cigarette that wasn't properly doused. Gee thanks, you move into my house an not only can't pay rent for the two months you were here, but you burned down my house too.
