What are your favorite stories from your life?
too long to type here
>>28846773
You can still try.
Running away when I was a kid, I didn't get very far away from home (like 60 miles) but it was still a experience that I won't forget.
>celebrating my 18th birthday by going on a trip to Canada
>get to Montreal
>buy a 4LOKO before I even get to my hotel room
>drop my stuff off, go buy a couple bottles of liquor
>have a nice buzz going
>a guy with a Newfie accent asks for change in English
>give him a toony and ask him if he knows where I could find weed
>he says sure, and says he can get all kinds of stuff
>eventually work through the conversation that he's going to help me find some painkillers
>we go meet an older Quebecois guy
>that guy takes up to a group of big, gangsterish looking black guys who don't speak any English
>negotiate the drug stuff, the only word we all understood was oxycodone, with it pronounced slightly different in French
>tip the first guy a couple bucks for getting the ball rolling
>he and the older white guy get some crack from another one of the black guys and start smoking it
>we go wait in a metro station, I'm the only one not heating up a pipe
>lean on the wall in a corner of the station
>see a ~70 year old woman smoking crack too
>older guy runs off to do a deal with someone else
>Newfie guy asks me to watch his back
>say sure
>not even half a minute later, two metro cops walk in
>the triangle formed by me, the crackhead, and the cops is such that if I warned him, I probably would've brought some heat on myself
>the crackhead is too focused on his pipe to see what I'm doing
>casually take my cell phone out of my pocket and pretend to text someone
>walk out the door right next to the cops, they completely ignore me
>open the door and walk out, as it closes slowly I start to hear yelling behind me
>power walk back to the hotel, get shitfaced and puke in the toilet several times
And that's how I almost got arrested in Canada. That's one of two stories from my life which I like.
>>28846756
>Be 16, kicking it with a friend after school(normie here, sorry faggots)
>Get some of the best weed i've ever had but only have one wrap
>Go to blaze spot in secluded area of park to meet qt's
>Starts to rain
>Blunt wrap rips
>Oh well, old trusty pipe saves the day
>Couple bowls in, very high
>Friend sees something in the bushes, throws weed and pipe into river nearby
>myprecious.jpg
>Suddenly 5 cops armed in full tactical gear come rushing out
>One has a fucking shotgun
>"GET ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW! ON YOUR KNEES OR WE'LL FUCKING SHOOT"
>Stand there threaten to shoot literally 10 times as we're already on our knees
>Again, 16 year old kids
>Lead us down a small muddy trail, absolute worst way to exit the area we were in
>Put on our knees with hands behind our heads and firearms trained on us
>Felt cold metal tap the back of my head few times
>Interrogate on who we were, what we were doing, and why the fuck 5 kids would possibly be hanging out at a park after school
>Decide we're drug addicts
>Decide to search us including groping girls
>Friend talks shit the entire time
>They find a lighter and accuse us of arson instead
>In the rain
>Few minutes pass, they get bored and lead us out to the street, next to their police riot van
>Lecture us on trespassing then say they could have arrested us
>Then they fucking apologize and claim they were looking for a parolee in the park
>Tell us to have a nice day
>Leave us to walk home in pouring rain 5 miles
Yeah fuck small town cops
A day or so after I repeatedly cut my arm one day, I realized that streaks of dried blood make it look much worse than when it's cleaned. Moral: let it dry before you take a picture for attention-seeking.
>>28847730
they let you go though
they aren't supposed to do that
>>28846756
>guy from class says let's go out
>predrink a bottle of wine each
>play animal alphabet on the subway while we finish another bottle of wine
>get 2 da club
>shotsshotsshots
>hurl my guts up and get thrown out on the street
>qt called a taxi for me, daaw.
>can't pay fare, hurl my money at him and say 'this is all I got', guy says to not bother next time.
>get inside and go to bed.
I wake up and I realize I lost my key but still managed to get inside. I haven't worked out how I did it to this day.
There is nothing important.
I can say I went out somewhere with some group of friends i knew in school (and eventually stopped hanging out with them), maybe a story about weird shit said to me, I dunno,
I wish i could wake up as somebody else
>>28847823
Buddy has eagle eyes so the weed and shit was well disposed of before they assaulted
I know and i'm glad but expected them to at least ticket us, such a waste of fucking time
>>28846892
that's really far, Anon
>>28848009
On the topic of losing keys
>wildly abusing etizolam, flubromazolam, oxycodone, heroin, and of course, weed
>watching a friends dog while he's off on vacation or something (I genuinely don't remember why he was gone thanks to the benzos)
>bike to the store for cigarettes and food
>-scene missing-
>back at his house, one of my bike's pedals is totally fucked
>-scene missing-
>walking the dog, smoking some cigarettes
>back at his door
>somehow forgot the keys and left them inside the house
>panic to the greatest extent possible when on enough tranquilizers to sedate a small horse
>debating going back to my house to get my lockpicking set
>decide to try the whole credit card thing, not expecting it to work
>-scene missing-
>back in his house watching TV and chilling with the dog
Apparently it worked.
