I am an officer in the Military.

Any chance of sharing some of those stories?

I dunno how safe for VGC some of my stories are... I can see lots of people calling me an ass/idiot/alcoholic/and on and on and on for a lot of the better ones.

Pfft, they're only words............plus people call me an ass/idiot everyday (not an alcoholic though).

I got to High School.

Yeah, I've already told a few of my more noble deeds that smelled of trouble on this sight.. so I'm not sure how my less noble ideas would pan out on this site... what the heck, I'll throw you bone anyway.

Once, my senior year in high school, I was drunk after a dance, and we went to Bennigan's afterwards with all of my friends... no big deal thus far.  Well, this is before the days of cell phones being the norm, and I had a pager.  So my girlfriend paged me to see where we were, so I stumbled out of the booth to use the payphone.  So I put in my quarter, and am talking on the phone to my girl...

Well, a guy walks up behind me, and says, "hey beaner, get off the &$#@% phone".  That took some serious guts, because most people who looked at me wouldn't have even had the guts to think such a statement.

Being that I'm drunk, and I'm sensitive to certain phrases, I turned around and started beating him in the head with the payphone handset until he managed to get away.  Oh, but this is just the beginning...

So I went back to the booth to eat, completely oblivious to the fact that I just phone-whipped a guy for racial slurs...

Anyway, the alcohol in my system started to catch up with me, so I layed my head on the table.  The waitress nudged me and told me to get my head off of the table.  Okay, so I slowly lift my head up, and all of the sudden, the blood rushes back to my head, and I pass out on the floor of the restaraunt.  When I wake up, everyone is looking over me, and the manager kicks us out.

Oh, but that isn't all...

I get back into the limo, and the liquor decides that that is as good as time as any to exit my body... I grab the nearest object, a empty card board box that had previously been filled with Coca-cola.  Of course, those boxes aren't very strurdy, and the puke manages to soak through and fall out all over my clothes.

Well, we drive half way across town to my cousin's house, where 4 people manage to drag me out of the limo to get me cleaned up before I get home.  Well, being that they are drunk too, they forget me there at his house, and they all leave.

When I wake up, there is this old hippie friend of my uncles staring at me (he looks like one of those garden gnomes, with a longer beard, and definitely no taller than one).

Well, I am still drunk 4 hours later, and don't know what to do.

Being that I never came home, my family calls the police because they think I am dead.  They ask my cousin where I am at, and he is so affraid of getting in trouble, he tells my mom that he doesn't know, and that I left the dance with my girlfriend and hasn't seen me since.

Eventually, a combonation of the police and my family manage to track me down... to say the least, I was in tons of trouble.

And actually, that is one of my better teenage moments.

@ toyva

nights like that (minus the violence and parental trouble) are pretty damm awesome. and the approaching holidays means ive got so many to look forward to :P

Funny enough, I'm really not a violent person per se.  Don't get me wrong, I've probably beat more people up than some people have ever even imagined.  But 9 times out 10 I always did it in defense of someone else.  Like on of the reasons I had my own personal police officer in high school was because this guy John threw a girl head first into a locker, and beat her up.

So, being who I am, I think hitting a woman is one of the most cowardly acts a person can commit.  So I went after him, which because he was a star football player led to me taking on the rest of the football team, and which of course led to a lot of seriously injured football players, which in turn led to me receiving a police escort because the school just got tired of my superhero mentality that I had to protect the innocent every time they were wronged someone.

I still believe to this day that if more people would take up for the disadvantaged and the weak, the world we live in would be a lot better.

I suppose the best way to put it was that I was the bully's bully.  Believe it or not, the school actually encouraged me not to show up everyday.  And when my senior year was over, they gave me my hour-credits to graduate because they really didn't want me to have to come back for another year.

And while I don't want my kids to get in as much trouble as I did, I would never be upset with them for sticking up for the disadvantaged.  The small kid, a girl, a handicapped child... if they defend them and get into fights protecting the weak and innocent, I would be proud of them for putting others above themselves.

Anyway, crazy memories, but I'm glad to have grown up and put it all behind me, and remained unscathed.

I'm a senior in high school with mid terms coming up next week. Next year I'll probably be going to NC State (as much as it breaks my heart to go anywhere besides UNC) and majoring in Mechanical Engineering with an interest in automotives.

Electrician. Build machines that dry plastics before they go into molding machines. I like to yell at the people that work for me and make them cry, especially if your fat. ~_n