I decided to attempt to jump a river on my mountain bike. The whole experience was similar to when Homer Simpson accidentally tried to jump the Gorge. It happened in slow motion and the only though that went through my head was...'I'm a terrible swimmer'. Good thing there was a friend up on the cliff side to drag my fail-ass out.
Also noticed my favourite band atwas playing at some sleazy bar in an iffy part of Toronto four years ago. So I drove, took the subway to Yorkdale and had a great time...until I noticed the subway and Go station closed an hour earlier. Spent the night on the streets, no money, being chased by homeless people. Finally holed up at a 'Coffee Time' where the Indian cashier proceeded to pull out a shotgun and threaten the homeless people. It was straight out of a zombie movie. They just waited outside for me...staring at me all night long from the window. The cashier gave me a free hot chocolate and told me he'd keep them out if I bought some stuff (I had enough for a subway pass, and $20 in my bank) so I spent the rest of the night there. The homeless people dispersed as soon as the sun came out. Got to my car and almost passed out several times on the way home. I was terrified. The concert was worth it though.
Also, one Hallowe'en a couple friends and I decided to go to this girls place who my best friend ws screwing around with at the time. She lived out in the country and none of us could drive, so my friend broke out all his BMXs and we took off. The last mile to her house was devoid of light. Nobody could see within 1/2 a foot passed our noses. There were no houses, driveways or anything to act as light. So the four of us did like this whole demo-derby/chicken thing in total darkness sometime after midnight before a cop making rounds finally stopped us and told us to piss off.
So, we get to her house and all this girl wanted to do was 'fool around', my friend turns her down because he wanted to pick her up so we could go back out and cause trouble. We get this 'great idea' to go out in drag. But since this girls house was the only place around, she was the only person with clothes. And, awesome for me, I'm the only person that can fit in her clothes, so I put on some fish nets, a skirt, make-up and other slightly creepy details, and go out pretending to be a hooker. Pretty hilarious. The best part was, I actually was a better looking girl than she was.
I went out another night that same year a month later with my best friend and a friend of his and her group of friends. We terrorized an old folks home (which I kinda felt bad about), broke into an old movie theatre that had creepy cult-lair written all over it. and we found this trailer, where I guess truckers dropped off their cargo for the gas station. Needless to say, we broke into these trucks...well...we didn't break in...the containers were left unlocked. And we 'borrowed' crates of milk products. We had so much that their was no way to drink it all, so we stripped down to our underwear andhad a giant 'milk product' war up and down the streets. It was intense. If we didn't take our clothes off they probably would have been ruined.
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