Vandalism
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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Young creative pyromaniac vandal.
Written on my phone so cut some slack.
I was, by my own admission, a destructive little shit. One bout of destruction in particular I do now regret.
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With a brother 3 years my senior and a couple of older step brothers to boot, I inherited and continued to build upon a considerable collection of toy cars. We'd all been car mad as most boys our ages were, but for once my extended familial situation paid dividends as i, the youngest, had the car collection to bring forth envy from any pre-pubescent boy I knew.
The vandalism was initiated by my uncle long-term lending my mum his camcorder. One saturday in front of beadles "you've been framed" a dastardly plan to score £250 was born.
Fizzing with excitement I was desperate to get some footage in the can. I set up the camera to show a 'parked' lorry full screen so deceptively life sized. A ramp was hastily erected and a benz slk was duly launched. The resulting collision was less than spectacular and quicker than the eye. I resolved the lack of damage by inflicting some beforehand with a screwdriver but still didn't acheive that a team / knight sides effect. Fire was definitely what I lacked.
I tried a burning trail of toilet roll but that was frankly pathetic. I deduced that accelerants were the key to hollywood stunts. The best I could find in the house was nail varnish remover but it worked well. Some great dangerous and inventive yet shit quality animation was produced. About 2 hours of 'rushes' in total, consuming a whole day in the garden, 2 disposable lighters, both my eyebrows and every flammable liquid I could find. Oh, and 90% of my cars.
The punishment I received after treating my mum to co exclusive preview was suitably severe and worthy of its own post when a suitable topic arises. That's not why I regret it though. This year my first so was born. It would have been something special to share with him in the future.
And the tape? Mum recorded over it with my niece learning to walk or some shit. No fucking respect eh?
( , Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:47, Reply)
Written on my phone so cut some slack.
I was, by my own admission, a destructive little shit. One bout of destruction in particular I do now regret.
--- wavy lines---
With a brother 3 years my senior and a couple of older step brothers to boot, I inherited and continued to build upon a considerable collection of toy cars. We'd all been car mad as most boys our ages were, but for once my extended familial situation paid dividends as i, the youngest, had the car collection to bring forth envy from any pre-pubescent boy I knew.
The vandalism was initiated by my uncle long-term lending my mum his camcorder. One saturday in front of beadles "you've been framed" a dastardly plan to score £250 was born.
Fizzing with excitement I was desperate to get some footage in the can. I set up the camera to show a 'parked' lorry full screen so deceptively life sized. A ramp was hastily erected and a benz slk was duly launched. The resulting collision was less than spectacular and quicker than the eye. I resolved the lack of damage by inflicting some beforehand with a screwdriver but still didn't acheive that a team / knight sides effect. Fire was definitely what I lacked.
I tried a burning trail of toilet roll but that was frankly pathetic. I deduced that accelerants were the key to hollywood stunts. The best I could find in the house was nail varnish remover but it worked well. Some great dangerous and inventive yet shit quality animation was produced. About 2 hours of 'rushes' in total, consuming a whole day in the garden, 2 disposable lighters, both my eyebrows and every flammable liquid I could find. Oh, and 90% of my cars.
The punishment I received after treating my mum to co exclusive preview was suitably severe and worthy of its own post when a suitable topic arises. That's not why I regret it though. This year my first so was born. It would have been something special to share with him in the future.
And the tape? Mum recorded over it with my niece learning to walk or some shit. No fucking respect eh?
( , Fri 8 Oct 2010, 17:47, Reply)
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