[Brad]

You were with him when this happened, Brad? I don't suppose you happened to mention to him that throwing anything at cars is wrong, hm?

I have a little time so I'll tell you the whole story.

First a little background; Where I live there isn't much to do! I live on a farm in the middle of nowhere in the NC foothills. Anyway before I got a car we used to invent stupid little games to pass the time. Some were not such great ideas!

We were playing a game called "Chunking". The object of said game was simple. After loading up on ammo (and old liquor) from my old house (which is still full of crap we own) we'd make our way to the highway.

There is a two-lane highway which runs directly through our land (not by choice, damn the state!). We also have a creek that runs through our land, highway crosses it at one point and the land was raised for the bridge. Basically there are good places to stand without begin seen.

We had a rule which was along the lines of; "Don't throw anything too hard at a car". Basically rocks were not allowed...or anything else we though may put the driver in danger (keep in mind that I didn't drive back then! I'd kill a stupid kid if they did stuff like this to me while I was coming down the highway. ).

On the night in question our ammo was a box of stuff my dad used to sell when he was involved in some kind of ponzi scheme. We were taking the caps off bottles and throwing them at passing cars for a good hour or so.

At some point it was decided to call it a night...I think we were going back to my house to drink some liquor or something.

Anyway there was this bottle of off-band bleach in the box we had. One of my friends was a big show off, had to the best, the bad-ass, liked to run his mouth a lot. So he grabs this bottle of bleach despite all of us yelling at him. He walks to the top of the hill and slings the bottle right at a passing car.

The guy driving the car slams on the brakes and gets out and unloads on us with a handgun. I don't know how many times he shot at us..hearing one was enough for me to know it was time to get the hell out of dodge! I ran like the wind towards the field behind our old house, doing a baseball slide under a barbed wire fence while my buddy jumped over it. Our other friend didn't see the fence and ended up running right in to it. ><

I was the only one that knew the land so it became my job to get the group back home. -,- The same guy that threw the bottle of bleach at the car was too chicken to take the short route home. So we ended up having to walk for an hour through high grass (wet high grass, up to your chin!). By the time we got home we were soaked.

Err so I guess there is a moral here;

1) Choose your friends wisely, they can ruin a good time.
2) Don't invent stupid games like this one.
3) Don't tell stories about stupid games locally (I've never broken this rule, afraid I'll get shot).

O and kids will be kids I guess.