10 stories in 3 sentances or less
Jun. 4th, 2004 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhan1. I was bartending at a strip club one night when a guy came in looking for his ex, one of the dancers. He tried to slash at her face with a big honkin' knife, but she got her arm up in time and he sliced her palm open to the bone. The bouncers took him out back and beat him into warm paste before handing him over to the cops.
2. The woman I used to car pool with on the commute between Guelph and Toronto once hit a deer in the wee hours of the morning. It trashed the car, shattering the windows inches from my face and covering the entire car in blood. It was exactly a year since the day her fiance had been killed in a motorcycle accident and it was almost 15 minutes before I get her to stop screaming.
3. I stayed with my mother for a while after moving from Guelph back to Toronto. One night a man was killed on her front lawn in a drive-by shooting. I slept through the whole thing, waking up in the morning to yellow police tape laced across my front door.
4. During the time I stayed with my mother, I knew of people who were shot, stabbed, raped and mugged. Then I moved out of the suburbs and into the downtown core with it's attendant hookers, drug dealers and street people. When my car got broken into and the radio stolen, the suburbanites that I worked with told me, "I told you the downtown was dangerous, you gotta move out of that neighbourhood."
5. At 22 I got an abortion. Due to the way it was handled here at the time, it was faster to go to private clinic in the States. A couple of years later I saw the clinic on the news, it had been fire-bombed by a radical pro-life group.
6. I once climbed a fence in Ontario Place (a big lakeside tourist complex) so I could wander around in the dark by the lake. I was attacked by a mother swan protecting her cygnets. Bitch was barely a foot shorter than me and she chased me for a good half a mile before giving up.
7 At C7 I stayed in a berth-house where the "rooms" were just dividers that didn't go up to the ceiling and consisted of a narrow bed, wall hook, and lockable door. Bathrooms and showers were communal. I impressed myself by waking instantly if anybody touched a doorknob within a four-berth radius, then instantly falling asleep again.
8. I once drove with a friend to Kingston Penitentiary to visit somebody who was incarcerated there. She smuggled in drugs wrapped in a condom and hidden inside her sanitary napkin. I set off the metal detector with the zippers on my tshirt.
9. I was sitting in a car in the parking lot of some all-day music festival that wouldn't open it's doors with a bunch of people who were snoozing off the previous night's clubbing. I was bored so I went exploring. I spent the rest of the night getting rat-assed on the Knob Hill Drag Racing Team tour bus.
10. The first night of a camping trip we got hopelessly lost in the pea-soup fog and camped in a field by the side of the road. I woke up to a cow peering into my tent. The next night we found a campsite which turned out to have been taken over by the Owen Sound SaddleTramps Motorcycle Club so we partied with them for the rest of the weekend.
2. The woman I used to car pool with on the commute between Guelph and Toronto once hit a deer in the wee hours of the morning. It trashed the car, shattering the windows inches from my face and covering the entire car in blood. It was exactly a year since the day her fiance had been killed in a motorcycle accident and it was almost 15 minutes before I get her to stop screaming.
3. I stayed with my mother for a while after moving from Guelph back to Toronto. One night a man was killed on her front lawn in a drive-by shooting. I slept through the whole thing, waking up in the morning to yellow police tape laced across my front door.
4. During the time I stayed with my mother, I knew of people who were shot, stabbed, raped and mugged. Then I moved out of the suburbs and into the downtown core with it's attendant hookers, drug dealers and street people. When my car got broken into and the radio stolen, the suburbanites that I worked with told me, "I told you the downtown was dangerous, you gotta move out of that neighbourhood."
5. At 22 I got an abortion. Due to the way it was handled here at the time, it was faster to go to private clinic in the States. A couple of years later I saw the clinic on the news, it had been fire-bombed by a radical pro-life group.
6. I once climbed a fence in Ontario Place (a big lakeside tourist complex) so I could wander around in the dark by the lake. I was attacked by a mother swan protecting her cygnets. Bitch was barely a foot shorter than me and she chased me for a good half a mile before giving up.
7 At C7 I stayed in a berth-house where the "rooms" were just dividers that didn't go up to the ceiling and consisted of a narrow bed, wall hook, and lockable door. Bathrooms and showers were communal. I impressed myself by waking instantly if anybody touched a doorknob within a four-berth radius, then instantly falling asleep again.
8. I once drove with a friend to Kingston Penitentiary to visit somebody who was incarcerated there. She smuggled in drugs wrapped in a condom and hidden inside her sanitary napkin. I set off the metal detector with the zippers on my tshirt.
9. I was sitting in a car in the parking lot of some all-day music festival that wouldn't open it's doors with a bunch of people who were snoozing off the previous night's clubbing. I was bored so I went exploring. I spent the rest of the night getting rat-assed on the Knob Hill Drag Racing Team tour bus.
10. The first night of a camping trip we got hopelessly lost in the pea-soup fog and camped in a field by the side of the road. I woke up to a cow peering into my tent. The next night we found a campsite which turned out to have been taken over by the Owen Sound SaddleTramps Motorcycle Club so we partied with them for the rest of the weekend.
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Date: 2004-06-07 07:10 pm (UTC)You've inspired me to gather them all up into a memories file.
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Date: 2004-06-05 06:54 pm (UTC)Even though the sensible part of my brain knows that half of these experiences are nothing to wish for, part of me is always jealous as hell to read them.
The superstitious part of me is in a constant state of dread for what the jealous part is going to wish on myself.
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Date: 2004-06-15 10:08 am (UTC)<this is my new LJ by the way and damn it girl, I'm going to take you out for beer some time soon.>