Urban robin hood.
As a teen, I had a rather strange school jacket, due to strange rules about it needing to be plain black with a logo no bigger then a 50 pence peice. I ended up getting a Nike one, with removable sleves and a hood lined with elastic. The hood toggles seemed to be super streachy, and with a friend to lend a hand, it made a great crossbow. Pen lids and folded paper became my ammo of choice, though a steady hand could launch a biro, and I quickly became a fair shot.

After growing bored with shooting mates and missing seaguls (only ever hit one, and it didn't seem to mind), we naturaly decided to shoot pens at cars. This was tricky, though I hit a couple, totaly ignorant to the stupidity of what I was doing. One afternoon, on the way home from school, my friend and I were taking shots at busses. From my position, I couldent see cars untill the last second, so my mate was spotting and I was using sound to guage the position.

"There's a van coming, then a bus. I say wait for the bus." advised my spotter. "No, I'm going for the van!" I boasted, full of confidence at my marksmanship. It was getting louder, seemed to be going fast, so release earlier. Letting the pen go, we watched in glee as the White van zoomed by, with a sudden bang as the pen hit it.

We cheered and air punched, then the break lights came on, the van was turning round! SHIT!!! Lacking the sanctuary of a Forrest like the Robin of legend, we heroicly ean away. Not fast enough it eould seem, van screeches up, out steps a very angry builder, who rightly shouted at us, told us how stupid we had been and made us feel like utter bastards.

Looking back, it was stupid, it was dangerous and it was a fucking stupid thing to do. Still, a fucking great shot.
(Mong goose, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 18:11, 1 reply)

I had to click for " we heroicly ean away"
I'm not familiar with England English, but anyone who has the balls to "heroicaly ean away" is ace in my book!
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 20:14, closed)