The big wheel keeps on turnin'. What goes around comes around. You reap what you sew. We've all heard it, I've just been thinking back on things we did growing up and how true those sayings actually are.
As all kids do we had our fair share of fun. Sometimes our fun would come at others expense, but none the less we still carried on. There was one incident in particular that was unlike any other... This is the story:
I was a junior in highschool, and it was spring. About 8 buddies and I decided to hop in a friends new red Dodge Dakota and go cause a little mischief. We grabbed the usual ammunition; a few water guns, cans of gel shaving cream, and a whole bunch of water balloons and hit the road.
Being the intelligent individuals we are we came up with a plan that of all the people to attack, someone at a gas pump would be the easiest target. I mean come on, the guy would have to quit pumping gas, go in a pay for it, and get back in his car to give pursuit. So with a plan in mind we set off towards Sioux City in search of a victim.
We pulled up to a Sinclair gas station on Gordon and saw a man in an older jeep Cherokee pumping his gas and within seconds the first balloon was thrown and it was on! We were spraying water and shaving cream all over this guy and into his car, and pounding the poor guy with balloons. The assault only lasted about 30 seconds, which was plenty to piss this dude off.
We sped off hooting and hollering, with high fives all around. We came to the first stop light after the incident and of course we are all telling our stories of battle, "Did you see that guys face? I nailed him!" Suddenly we hear a loud noise that sounds like a stock car, and it was the old jeep coming about a half mile away, engine at full throttle! The guy was darting in and out of traffic, over curbs, and coming directly towards us! We all started to yell, " HAMMER ON IT, HERE HE COMES, GO AROUND THESE FUCKERS!!!!" and so our brave driver did. We went speeding down in front of the auditorium, with this guys right next to us. Everyone was acting pretty cool until the guy decided to start throwing random objects at us from the car. Not water balloons or shaving cream, this dude was throwing railroad nails, shotgun shells, and any tools!
So basically we all knew we fucked with the wrong guy. This guy had us going 70 + mph's down one of the busiest streets in downtown Sioux City! And it didn't stop there. Next thing we all knew our driver had taken the exit towards the interstate (I-29) into South Dakota. We were traveling over 100 mph's all of us lying down holding each other like little girls (in my mind I am thinking that if this guy is throwing shotgun shells, there is a good chance he has a shotgun around). All of the sudden like an explosion glass sprays all over us in the back of the truck. We felt the truck slowing down, and come to a stop. The crazy ass had thrown a hammer and shattered the back cab window, luckily not hitting anyone directly! Our driver said he saw them pull down into the ditch he though, so we quickly got back on the road, turned around and headed home.
Looking back I can't believe we ever made it out of highschool alive. Now I figure I've done enough bad shit that I need to spend the rest of my life making it up. I guess I better get busy.
As all kids do we had our fair share of fun. Sometimes our fun would come at others expense, but none the less we still carried on. There was one incident in particular that was unlike any other... This is the story:
I was a junior in highschool, and it was spring. About 8 buddies and I decided to hop in a friends new red Dodge Dakota and go cause a little mischief. We grabbed the usual ammunition; a few water guns, cans of gel shaving cream, and a whole bunch of water balloons and hit the road.
Being the intelligent individuals we are we came up with a plan that of all the people to attack, someone at a gas pump would be the easiest target. I mean come on, the guy would have to quit pumping gas, go in a pay for it, and get back in his car to give pursuit. So with a plan in mind we set off towards Sioux City in search of a victim.
We pulled up to a Sinclair gas station on Gordon and saw a man in an older jeep Cherokee pumping his gas and within seconds the first balloon was thrown and it was on! We were spraying water and shaving cream all over this guy and into his car, and pounding the poor guy with balloons. The assault only lasted about 30 seconds, which was plenty to piss this dude off.
We sped off hooting and hollering, with high fives all around. We came to the first stop light after the incident and of course we are all telling our stories of battle, "Did you see that guys face? I nailed him!" Suddenly we hear a loud noise that sounds like a stock car, and it was the old jeep coming about a half mile away, engine at full throttle! The guy was darting in and out of traffic, over curbs, and coming directly towards us! We all started to yell, " HAMMER ON IT, HERE HE COMES, GO AROUND THESE FUCKERS!!!!" and so our brave driver did. We went speeding down in front of the auditorium, with this guys right next to us. Everyone was acting pretty cool until the guy decided to start throwing random objects at us from the car. Not water balloons or shaving cream, this dude was throwing railroad nails, shotgun shells, and any tools!
So basically we all knew we fucked with the wrong guy. This guy had us going 70 + mph's down one of the busiest streets in downtown Sioux City! And it didn't stop there. Next thing we all knew our driver had taken the exit towards the interstate (I-29) into South Dakota. We were traveling over 100 mph's all of us lying down holding each other like little girls (in my mind I am thinking that if this guy is throwing shotgun shells, there is a good chance he has a shotgun around). All of the sudden like an explosion glass sprays all over us in the back of the truck. We felt the truck slowing down, and come to a stop. The crazy ass had thrown a hammer and shattered the back cab window, luckily not hitting anyone directly! Our driver said he saw them pull down into the ditch he though, so we quickly got back on the road, turned around and headed home.
Looking back I can't believe we ever made it out of highschool alive. Now I figure I've done enough bad shit that I need to spend the rest of my life making it up. I guess I better get busy.
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