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Originally Posted by Buddug
I once had a maggot living in my knee , and eating my flesh...edit,edit...I once danced naked at a college ball .
I shall bore you no further.
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You're triggering a myriad of memories...
I once peed off a balcony in Spain, right onto the head of a gardener.
I clobbered an Algerian over the head with a metal tipped umbrella while screaming obscenities at him, at a photo booth on the Ave. Wagram in Paris. He and his buds were bothering me and my friend while we were in the booth. I was twelve years old. I ran out, found a cop, described what happened and he said, "Well, seems like you took care of it", then chuckled and walked. Goddamn Parisians.
A group of friends and I scaled the reservoir fence on McArthur Blvd. outside Wash. D.C. to go skinny-dipping. The cops arrived lights and sirenes a-blowin'. We went back over the fence a lot faster and man did we run.
Wasn't the first time I scaled a fence: went to an international school in France that was surrounded on all sides by a tall chain link fence with barbed wire across the top. Entrance and exit was through one electric gate controlled by the "concierge". The only area where the fence was shorter and had no barbed wire was on the playground. I made a break for it, and spent the afternoon swinging on swings in a nearby park, admiring the beautiful fall day. I wrote an essay about it for writing class and won 1st prize.
And now my head's swimming with this stuff...seems that nomadic lives bring some strange experiences...of course they weren't at the time, but looking back now???? Bit of twilight zone in there.