Bridge
05-23-03, 06:04 PM
Ever get out of any tight jams using your alertness, wits and intuition? I'm not talking about cutting your arm off because it's pinned by a boulder and your water is gone, more like getting the hell out of the house undetected as everyone else is being busted for marijuana possession, minor in possession of alcohol, etc.
When I was 17, I was at a major school party at some kids house (whose parents were gone on vacation of course) which was busted. I happened to be seated in the living room glancing out the window at just the right time to notice some vehicles pull up down the street which looked out of the norm. Nobody would listen to me when I said I had a bad feeling- even if they could understand me over the blaring music and fog of pot smoke. I knew I had about 60 seconds to get out of there before it was too late. I knew going out the back door wasn't a viable option. I went to a back bedroom, kicked the screen out of the window, slid down between the house and some shrubs and crawled over to the corner of the property. I could already hear the radio chatter coming from the cops who were moving in all directions towards the house. I looked around knowing I had one chance and one chance only. Then I stood up and ran as fast as I could for as long as I could, straight through backyards and over fences until I was about 2 miles away. Then I borrowed a bicycle :D and rode home. Everyone at that party basically went to jail.
My parents remarked the next afternoon how proud they were I wasn't involved in that affair and how embarassed so-n-so's parents were to have to pick their son/daughter up at the cop shop.... I still get pangs of guilt but I guess I eventually will get over it.:p
When I was 17, I was at a major school party at some kids house (whose parents were gone on vacation of course) which was busted. I happened to be seated in the living room glancing out the window at just the right time to notice some vehicles pull up down the street which looked out of the norm. Nobody would listen to me when I said I had a bad feeling- even if they could understand me over the blaring music and fog of pot smoke. I knew I had about 60 seconds to get out of there before it was too late. I knew going out the back door wasn't a viable option. I went to a back bedroom, kicked the screen out of the window, slid down between the house and some shrubs and crawled over to the corner of the property. I could already hear the radio chatter coming from the cops who were moving in all directions towards the house. I looked around knowing I had one chance and one chance only. Then I stood up and ran as fast as I could for as long as I could, straight through backyards and over fences until I was about 2 miles away. Then I borrowed a bicycle :D and rode home. Everyone at that party basically went to jail.
My parents remarked the next afternoon how proud they were I wasn't involved in that affair and how embarassed so-n-so's parents were to have to pick their son/daughter up at the cop shop.... I still get pangs of guilt but I guess I eventually will get over it.:p