fond memories of stupidity past ...
my mate and i were best of friends back in the day and both restless souls. he lived in the hills just outside of town and close to an abandoned quarry, a train tunnel, a dump and a hill full of old holes and caves.

Understandably, we took these locations to be places where we could satisy every destructive urge that came upon us and many a weekend was spent alternately looking for interesting junk or blowing the living fuck out of something.

There was the time we attempted to drop home made explosives on the top of passing trains.

There was the time we climbed to the top of a rock wall and lobbed boulders at the beehives gently slumbering on the valley floor below.

There was the time we were caught in the train tunnel when the train came and we screamed like little girls as we pressed ourself agains the tunnel walls.

I am really quite sad about the bushfires that have killed a heap of people in Victoria and it makes me realise how a lot of our fun could have gone wrong.

I think I lost the Darwin Awards quite a few times by the thinnest of margins and I am getting out of the sport competitively, so it looks like my chances for 2009 are shot also.

Those times were awesome though ...
(randomscrub, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 10:54, Reply)