What is the most dangerous thing you ever did?

Eh?

 

downhill skiing, it was fun but I could not stop!

 

When you say dangerous? Do you mean it in a thrilling yet chilling feeling of dangerous vibes or life threatening involving physical and or mental abuse vibes? I have stories for both scenarios

 

Dangerous! I could not stop first time on a giant hill ski's looked like they were at a 45 degree angle with the hill! Hit trees and everything and smashed into the lodge window for a finish!

 

How long did it take you to recover that I cident when looking back on it? Do you have moments in your reality where you have fatigue of concentrated daydreaming of your PTSD out of control on that hill? How proud are you of surviving your accident finishing into a window?

 

For me, driving drunk cross country and only caught by the cops once. They let me go, rather giving me a DUI as I was prior military and a armed forces vet. I am lucky that I didn't kill anyone and I don't drink as much as I use to anymore.

Recovering from this helps me to smoke more weed and remember that there's a time to drive and a time to relax and not go out.

Other than work, getting fired is my fear of not living in the dangerous side anymore. I am dangerously afraid of being terminated at the best job I have ever had in my life. I studied all my life to do what I know and frankly, the most dangerous thing I could ever do is purposely lose my career over something stupid.

Always stay alert and aware is my meditative way of getting out of living dangerously.

 

Speaking of "sleep driving". I was driving on a two-lane blacktop road and coming up to a mid-sized city. I'd been ssso sleepy on this boring country road but keeping myself awake with all the usual tricks, singing loud, rolling the windows down in the cold, even slapping myself, cause I knew it was only another "few" miles.

Finally, I saw the first stop-light intersection ahead. I stopped and waited for the green light. And then,......

I woke up at a different stop light waiting for the green. But I was now 3/4 mile into the city, having safely stopped and then driven through three more lighted intersections sound asleep, and having no idea how I'd gotten there. Two cups of McDonalds coffee got me the next 100 mi. and home.

 

A two story house. The roof was very steep and went waaaaaay on up there for what seemed like 2 more stories. I power washed the whole wood shake roof--both sides , by extending a 40 foot ladder--fully extended--and was able to reach the very top--the ridge cap ---by standing on the top rung of the ladder and stretching as far as I could! A photographer for the local newspaper happened to come by and I have a couple of the newspapers with my setup shown in the paper.

Frankly, I don't think that I EVER met anyone in my life that would have done what I did there in Lincoln City, Oregon to that roof. It was pretty dumb to put my life at risk that way---but then I have several other stories of at risk behavior during my illustrious roofing career. I suppose one could say of my young life that I had balls of steel. Or a brain of mush!

 

Not to mention why they put a cedar shake roof on a house in a friggin rain forest....

 

There have been a few, but the one that sticks with me the most is when a guy was sexually harassing a young teen. She was tiny and must have been about 18, and this guy was just not leaving her alone. Being over 6ft and more than capable of handling myself and hating bullies, I got involved, and the situation escalated quickly to one where i could have been seriously hurt and had to defend myself.

 

Did you get to land a good one on him before he slunk away? I'm sure there was absolutely no alcohol involved.

 

I did! he actually ended up running after that. yeah he was drunk, the city i live in has a rep for being a party and drugs town.

 

good for you for coming to the young lady's aid. I hope someone at least bought you a drink...

 

A lot of pipe bombs. In truth originally we were after making rockets... but the first one went hiroshima and while I was definitely disappointed by the outcome and all the shrapnel flying around my buddy was enthusiastic and started using my mixture to make the greatest possible boom. Then a dude came by with a 37 mm. shell found in the country (here tank battles between allies and germans were furious) at his workshop and they decided that cutting it open to extract the TNT was a swell idea. So they put that damn dildo of death in a vise and proceeded to saw it open. Not the wisest move. I went outside of the shop thinking about what to tell to the cops. At the end they didn't blow up the workshop but the saw had made a deep dent into the detonator tube. They tried to blow up the fuse and it did, demonstrating that they had come literally 1mm. from death by HE. 30 years have passed since then.

 

I've driven at all over 100mph numerous times. Once I saw a speed camera up ahead and stamped on the brakes. I was still doing 108 in a 50mp zone when I triggered the camera. I was rightfully prosecuted and fined

 

For me, going to work, especially at my old company I worked for! Power line work is no joke and can be found on "most dangerous jobs" lists. 3 years in to my career, my best friend and I were involved in a "near miss" where 4000 volts could've went right through our bodies and it was just brushed under the rug.

 

Talked a kid down from robbing a dispensary I was working security at with a gun in my face. Dude either had a fake ID or the baby face to end all baby faces; looked like he was 19 tops. He bolted as soon as he was convinced the cops were around the corner. No one was hurt, but I sure didn't last much longer at that job

 

Lol too many things to choose just one

 

Lived on the streets for awhile.

Hitchhiked from Ontario to Vancouver.

Stayed with a speed freak who murdered somebody for about three weeks.
That was interesting

 

For a girl, I didn't think about it and I just b-lined a real jerk rapist type of guy who was well placed and had a fight with thim which landed me in both hospital (to take my blood) and then in jail and then to county lockup for a stint until I was "realeased" from it all. It was a violent scene. So, not proud but true so....