hey all,
i was asked to explain my "most humbling moment", so here goes....
when i was 16 or so, and still cutting my teeth on the punk-rock, my main core of friends were what you'd call the stoner/metalhead types. our main recreational activities involved driving around, drinking excessively, smoking weed, and the usual hijinks that from there ensue. I put up with their Led Zeppelin worshipping, and they tolerated a little Suicidal Tendencies and my stupid haircuts.
as time went on, the partying/cruising continued, and so did the drug experimentation. by the time we were 17, i don't think there was anything we hadn't tried. pretty typical, right? So anyway, a couple of my buddies were really getting into coke, so one night we find ourselves at the house of their coke-dealer. This kid was a real douche. He was our age but went to a different school, so nobody really knew him. Think of the Crispin Glover character from River's Edge. So we're all sittin' in this kid's family room, waiting for him to sell his blow to my buddies, and it became immediately obvious this guy didn't like me. I kinda stuck out, I'll admit, but i was just minding my own. Anyway, this kid starts in about my hair (a real dorky-looking mohawk at the time), and my clothes and stuff. I said some shit back, and the next thing I know, he's pulled a pistol out from between the couch cushions and has it pointed at my head. "I could kill you right now!", he said. Everyone in the room starts freakin' out, tellin' the kid to be cool, tellin' him that i was cool, and shit like that.
i just stared back at him and tried not to act scared. I knew he was full of shit, but you never know when someone's gonna snap. plus he was all coked-up. after a minute or so, he lowered the gun and someone took it away from him. they finished their deal and we left.
there have been other humbling moments in my life since then, but that one taught me how quickly things could just end.
on a completely different note, i'm becoming an expert diaper-changer.
i was asked to explain my "most humbling moment", so here goes....
when i was 16 or so, and still cutting my teeth on the punk-rock, my main core of friends were what you'd call the stoner/metalhead types. our main recreational activities involved driving around, drinking excessively, smoking weed, and the usual hijinks that from there ensue. I put up with their Led Zeppelin worshipping, and they tolerated a little Suicidal Tendencies and my stupid haircuts.
as time went on, the partying/cruising continued, and so did the drug experimentation. by the time we were 17, i don't think there was anything we hadn't tried. pretty typical, right? So anyway, a couple of my buddies were really getting into coke, so one night we find ourselves at the house of their coke-dealer. This kid was a real douche. He was our age but went to a different school, so nobody really knew him. Think of the Crispin Glover character from River's Edge. So we're all sittin' in this kid's family room, waiting for him to sell his blow to my buddies, and it became immediately obvious this guy didn't like me. I kinda stuck out, I'll admit, but i was just minding my own. Anyway, this kid starts in about my hair (a real dorky-looking mohawk at the time), and my clothes and stuff. I said some shit back, and the next thing I know, he's pulled a pistol out from between the couch cushions and has it pointed at my head. "I could kill you right now!", he said. Everyone in the room starts freakin' out, tellin' the kid to be cool, tellin' him that i was cool, and shit like that.
i just stared back at him and tried not to act scared. I knew he was full of shit, but you never know when someone's gonna snap. plus he was all coked-up. after a minute or so, he lowered the gun and someone took it away from him. they finished their deal and we left.
there have been other humbling moments in my life since then, but that one taught me how quickly things could just end.
on a completely different note, i'm becoming an expert diaper-changer.
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ojaeflo:
But were you scared straight? 
jovanka:
See why I don't have a problem with Canadians not havig the right to bear arms? Wow, great story, greater ending.