Young and Wild - Whats the craziest thing you've done in your teens/20's?
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I've done some crazy shit and want to know what other people have done and live to tell the tale?
I think the craziest thing I did in the past (besides sneaking on the set of a Featured Hollywood film) is hitch-hiking 4 hours to another city clear across my state by joining a facebook group and asking a stranger for a ride to the same rave we were going to.
Whats worse is I hadnt spoken or seen this person before. I just had a friend drop me off in a parking lot and I went with them.
Of the stuff I actually remembered the morning after, ended up after the pub at this random bloke's place for an afterparty of sorts. Not odd in and of itself, but he was living in a mental hospital. He tried to play it off as him being employed there, and as the night progressed he started talking and behaving odder and odder. Me and my friend made our excuses and left after not too long.
At 17 I went down to a southern town in my state to attend a concert with a girl I liked and wound up getting completely plastered with an old friend I rediscovered down there. We basically went carousing through the town for about 4hrs drinking in public in and out of the concert before some dude called the cops on us for disorderly conduct. I can't even remember what it was but I doubt it was a very big deal. We were dumb kids though and fucking sprinted away from the cops into the nearby woods. Must have been like an hour of running through the trees trying to get away. I wound up getting canned when I came out the other side and spent the night in jail, and my friend tried to fight the cops and got tasered. I heard the girl kept on running until she got to the next town over the next morning. As you can probably guess, I did not score that night.
stole a useless stop sign
hell i even have a bunch of signs my dad stole when he was my age
Cramming 6 people on a golf cart and using gravity to accelerate down a hill
On my birthday in year 12, I was an idiot went to school drunk. I didn’t get anything more than a one-day suspension, because they thought it was my 18th birthday. If they checked my record, they would have realised it was only my 17th.
For scav hunt also in year 12, one of the goals was to find ‘for sale’ signs in front of houses, as well as street names which beared the name of someone in your group, and then dig them up and dump them at the front entrance of the school. Which our group also participated in. The principal was absolutely furious the next day, and told literally all the year 12 to just fuck off. So we got to leave at 10am, noice.
Last crazy thing probably was clinging on for dear life on the back of a flat tray ute while a mate did burnouts in a grass field. At midnight. Grass field actually being a public cricket field.
My friend and I decided to hang out one night when we were fifteen. A lot of the time we'd hang out when we were younger, we'd go off and have our own dumb adventures where we'd look for trouble to get into, or just generally look for things to explore. This night, however, was different.
It was about 8:00 PM. It's cold out, as it's the dead middle of December when we're doing this. My friend and I are just leaving the house. The streets are almost dead silent. We round a corner onto the main street connecting to my neighborhood -- a wide main street that connects several others spanning roughly a mile. As we're walking down toward an intersection, my friend turns around, looks at me, then starts walking across the street. He does so silently until I ask him what he's doing.
"Adventures, dude."
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"Adventures, dude."
"Why over there, though?"
"Adventures."
He continues walking across the street until he reaches the playground on the other side. Behind the playground is a sort of forested "path" that stretches out for quite a bit. I get after him, asking him, again, what he's expecting to find back over in the area we're in.
"I dunno dude. Adventures."
"Alright."
I shine my phone's flashlight to illuminate the path we're following. It's almost pitch black in the area we're in. As we keep following the path, we notice a draft that gets colder and colder. We think there's a storm channel on the other end, which are fun for us to explore. Once we reach the end, we find the storm channel we thought we could feel the draft coming from. We decide we're less interested in that and more interested in the beams of light shining through the fence at the very end of the path. After closer observation, we see a wood pole that has a fog light attached to it behind the fence -- and a gaping hole in the fence, just large enough for both of us to fit through. We go in, both sort of creeped out at how isolated the entire area around us seems. We continue up the hill past the fence, finding it, the focal point of this entire story: a house with two floors that appeared to have been built in the early 90's, based on how it looked, standing on its own. No lights on, debris gathered in random areas near the house, and not a single indicator that anyone was home, or had been home in years (from the outside looking in, at least). My friend and I looked at each other -- him, reluctant to go in, but me, excited to see what's inside. I tell him to stop being a pussy and ask him to follow after.
Him and I slowly creep up the stairs, shining a light through the windows in the front to see if anything's inside. It's pitch dark. We make it to the front door and gently open it. As soon as we're in, we survey the area. No one's home, but we notice that there's a set of tools by the kitchen counter. Him and I talk about the house -- it's old, and the interior shows for it more than the outside does. It has the look of a 90's house that fits the area it's in -- clad in oak trim, completely wooded elsewhere, very minimalist. Nothing fancy about it. All of the glass in the house -- the windows, the living room furniture, the mirrors -- are all intact, unlike an abandoned house. I didn't really know any better, though.
My friend and I go back into the living room / kitchen area after giving the house a look-through. He suggests we go home, as he's getting creeped out by the aura the house is giving off (it's pitch dark in there, the only light we have are our phone lights and the wood pole with the fog light near the fence outside, just barely shining through the windows). I decide I haven't had my fill yet. With my friend's back turned, I pick up a sledgehammer off of the floor near the kitchen counter. He's facing a glass cupboard in the living room, talking, completely oblivious to what I'm doing. I throw the sledgehammer, full force, at the cupboard. It completely fucking shatters, each of the glass shelves on it breaking one after another. The incomprehensibly loud screech of the glass shattering punctuates the silence. My friend literally bursts into tears from laughter, I start laughing too. We eventually regain our composure -- he looks at me.
"What the fuck are you doing? Dude, what the fuck?"
"The house is abandoned. How often do we get to do shit like this?"
"I mean, I guess, but what if someone's here?"
"Literally no one's here. You even saw it. We would've seen a car or heard someone, at least."
Eventually, our conversation devolved into both of us literally putting holes in the walls and breaking as much glass as we could. We had absolutely no regard for anything in that house. If it had glass, it was probably fucking broken by the end of our rampage. We had an absolute blast at the time -- it was practically a destruction playground for us. We even recorded a skit while we were still in there, which we called "Hicks". You can listen to that here:
http://puu.sh/BRyYM.wav
We decided we had our fill of pure, unadulterated vandalism, and called it quits. We headed back to my place for the night, still laughing at just how fucking stupid what we did was.
Less than a month later, we went back -- and we continued. Anything we missed in our last run on the house (which looked exactly the same as when we'd left it) we got that time. I think my friend was dissatisfied with the amount of shit we were doing, because he literally picked an old grill that was sitting in the living room up, and fucking threw it out of the window, full force. After about half an hour, and tons of holes in the walls, we had our fill, again, and decided to go home.
Fast forward an entire month this time. My friend and I return to the house. We notice something's different, but we don't know what. We keep trying to figure out what it is on our approach. Whatever, I say -- we'll find out soon enough.
We go upstairs, opening the front door. I keep my view on the ground, watching my step as I walk in. I turn my flashlight on, then look up.
All of the windows that we broke? Replaced. Brand new. All of the holes we put in the walls? Gone. Brand new walls. All of the mirrors we broke? Replaced. The switches we broke off? Fixed.
We looked around, awestruck. It took me a bit too long, even for a 15-year-old, to figure out how exactly we fucked up. Then it hit me.
The house wasn't abandoned. It was being renovated. I feel a lot of things, including guilt. I ask how we could be so retarded, and my friend shakes his head, saying nothing. We look around, absolutely dumbstruck at how they could've done all of this so quickly. I look at one of the windows that'd been a casualty of our terror. I then look out of it, and I see it. Headlights. Very bright. Parked just outside the gate to the West of the fence we use to enter the area. I also see a flashlight being pointed around the area near the house, getting closer.
"We have to fucking go."
My friend and I rush to the back door of the house, running toward the fence right next to the gate we think the police are parked at. My friend pulls the bottom of the gate up, letting me slip under. We run across the street to a parking lot -- there's a hedge blocking the view of the gate, and we have to peek out to look. We sit on the grass, peeking out every so often. Then we see it.
Two police cars, police with flashlights standing outside, trying to figure out how to get through the gate. They're lifting it, messing with it. Somehow they don't see us peeking out behind them. We're almost panicking, trying to figure out what to do. My friend decides we should wait a bit, then make a break for it -- acting casually, as though we're going for a walk, as to not arouse suspicion. Fuck it, I guess, it's better than sitting here waiting to be caught.
We wait roughly half an hour, debating whether or not there were any better ideas on how to get out of this. We don't.
We put our plan into action, and it works -- somehow -- flawlessly. As we're walking, I see four flashlights darting around the house, as well as talking, presumably coming from the officers inside the house. We took the long way home that night.
Looking back, that was probably one of the worst things I'd ever done with anyone. We paid the price for our mistakes, obviously, but god damn. I'm older now, and while it still gives me a laugh, we really had not a single care in the world for anything.
mostly mixed drugs glad im not dead
im glad youre not dead either.
Now that you mention drugs, I think the craziest thing i actually did was take an unknown party drug/pill. Turned out to be ecstasy laced with meth. I had the worst time for 3 days
Fought a 2-3m/10ft ostrich that attacked me
Pulled out a wisdom teeth from the roots with a knife and rock during an accident when solo hiking
Climbed/walked an almost 4000m/13000ft mountain alone
Drank 1700ml 43% whiskey in 40 minutes. First woke up naked in the snow, then the hospital; they pumped my stomach
Also stripped naked in public
Smoked weed at city's police headquarter
Walked 4-5 hours straight into a forrest without navigation. Found an electricity pole and followed it to a village
Drug overdose
Chased a moose
Also attacked by a bore at young age
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I once saw a movie. By myself.
Drove 80 in a 55 highway for 20 seconds.
I’m such a rebel
broke into an "abandoned" fish packaging plant with some friends to explore, after a few months we started drinking and smoking inside which led to us causing $500,000 worth of damage to the building
Turns out it wasn't abandoned, it was being renovated to be sold to investors, it never sold, we got caught and had to do 200 hours of community service each
Went to a practical CISCO networking exam in uni while drunk and aced it
Rode on the truck of a friend's car from Walmart to the movie theater, saved from the power of Darwin only by the friction between the skin of my palm and the cold metal of the car.
Went troping through an abandoned asylum. The upper floors were incredibly unstable, and the walls in the lower levels were covered in mold.
There was also a juvenile detention center across the street that had folks frequently coming in and out. Was a constant Metal Gear style stealth puzzle.
It was loads of fun though.
Well as a young kid in the ghetto my brother and I had made water balloons and were flinging them straight up into the air. His punk self secretly had piss balloons and he aimed over the wall between apartments, hitting a whole lotta people celebrating a bday party, i though it was a field so i threw some too, lo and behold the cops came up. We hid the beers and got away with it, still got an ass whooping from the parents tho :v
Also had public sex in the car with no tinted windows on a major street, but since it was multiple rounds, drawn out, and hot it steamed up the windows so when the cops came by they couldnt tell what was going on and kept going about their business thinking we were hot boxing it with cigs or something idk lol dude's face was 2 inches away from my butt literally and thought that everything was normal.
climbed some weird silo near tesco while drunk and got caught be the police
went to woodstock festival which in itself was just non stop crazy shit and also being tipsy + high 3 days straight
had lots of unprotected sex (but luckily didn't get anyone pregnant)
that might not be a short list but in 21 so hey ive still got stuff to do
if you remember any of your late teens or early 20s you did it wrong
I stayed up late one night.
I hit the gas instead of the break and totaled my car at a McDonald tying to scoot a little closer to the window. I put a 2cm hole in my lip almost tearing it in half. I didn't get my burger and I spent 4 hours in the ER getting 4 stitches for 400 bucks.
It doesn't even look like I caught the edge of the building but the car bent so bad you could see through the wheel well at the drivers seat.
This one time I accidentally returned the wrong game to a Blockbuster?
So you're the reason why they went out of business!
dumb joke, i know
Use to climb into an abandoned factory and light up a fire in a barrel and chill.
Went to school with hickies all over my neck from a first love. School thought my parents were strangling me. That DSS investigation was fun.
Countless times I've been in a situation I should have died or been seriously injured but I walked away from them. One instance was rolling a truck down a hill. Had to cut myself out of the seat belt and climb back to the road. Two meth heads gave me a lift to a gas station.
Just a few things. All in all it's been great.
One time I was super drunk, felt hot and removed by hoodie. I walked for 5 minutes barechested but I had not realised it was windy and really cold
Ended up vomiting and too sick to move, my friends called an ambulance. Spent the night in the hospital. Paid a €25 ticket and went home the next morning. Told mom nothing
I used to be able to suck my own dick. Not sure if it really counts as being "wild" but I'd say it's definitely the height of teenage hornyness if nothing else.
And for anyone wondering - no it's not worth it.
does it feel like getting sucked off, or does it feel like sucking a dick
Had my second experience with hard liquor by drinking a liter of vodka in about 25 minutes. I had the nicest sleep that night.
