i can't believe i got away with that

[b i o n i c]

close calls..

one time i forget why, but i was distraught over something, walking around the city blah blah listening to music.. i went into a store on a not too busy side street, and when i walked out i walked straight the the curb to cross the street. as i step off the curb, i hear a horn and a car FLIES right by me, brushing my clothes and nearly making me piss my pants. i would have been so dead, i imagine like clarence bonneger in robocop - pieces everywhere. i sat down for about 10 minutes before i knew for sure i wasnt having a heart attack.

another time, when i was a teenager i had taken my parents car without permission, went partying with my friends with a suspended license. i was driving kind of fast down the main strip when i accidentaly ran a red light. just as im crossing the intersection, i look to my right and see a cop sitting right there, so i hit the breaks and pull into a parking lot and got out of my car asap and opened my trunk and made like i was looking for something. cop pulls up and says, "you know you just ran that light", and kinda non-chalantly but inwardly nervous as shit i say, "i know, im sorry".. he kind of rolls his eyes at me and rolls away. someone had recently told me that you cant get a ticket for a moving violation if you are not in your car when the sirents go off. lucky shit

[Helvete]

If I told you what I got away with, I might not be 'got away' for much longer. More 'put away'.

[b i o n i c]

yeah, i never killed anyone

disclaimer: use good judgement here

[b i o n i c]

some stories you should wait more than 10 years to tell

[Helvete]

I ran out in front of a van once. When I was a kid about 10 or so, following some friends across the street, ran out behind an ice cream truck. I was about 0.5m from being dead. Any slower and I would have been up the van, and it's not like I would have gone over it like a car so definate death for me.

But with general things I have an amazing knack of getting away with everything. Even stupid day to day shit, I get away with everything. Not that I'm some mad criminal or hooligan, but I'm pretty lucky. Maybe my good luck will run out soon as I got some problem with a car accident I had, could cost me a bit of money. But if it turns out good, then I'll know that I am completely untouchable. It's a good feeling, that.

[b i o n i c]

my stories arent that good, i know that people have some good ones here.

superstitious people say you will live longer for every near death experience you have, but those people are just idiots

[ericlee]

man, I see near death experiences everyday while at work and they mostly involve people texting or listening to headphones and walking across the street, totally oblivious to the fact that they're crossing a path where cabbies drive like fucking idiots. Mostly cabbies but people in general drive like idiots.

Sometimes, these people aren't doing any activities to distract them from not paying attention while crossing. I don't get it, they don't even bother looking and here comes a car barreling down to them and they almost get worked.

[MC Moot]

When I was a teen my cousin and I were out hunting rabbits (sorry HPdrifter:o) and we spooked a group off a fence line,so we decided to cross property's and persue them...when my cousin was holding the barb wire fence open for me,my rifle went up beside his head and discharged...it put a hole in his hat...we both just stood there and stared...we were well trained in firearms safety and protocol...I swear that I had spent the last round and the rifle was secure,bolt drawn back...anyway's a fraction of movement and I'd have probably killed my cousin...I threw up and shook all the way back to the villa where my granpa started to tease us for coming back with empty satchels...that was the last time I ever hunted...my other closest call involves drunk driving and i'm to ashamed to retell it...(n)

[b i o n i c]

holy fuck!! now thats what im talkin about... thats crazy! doesnt have to be near death, just close calls and shit like that

good story tho - huntin wabbits! lol

[nodanaonlyzuul]

the only close call that really stands out was too early for me to remember. I think they said I was maybe 2 years old. I was told that I was playing on the second floor, sort of near the stairs. I slipped through the railing and fell straight down. For whatever reason, my pregnant Tia happened to be sitting right where I fell. It startled her but she grabbed me before my head hit the ground.

She then went in to labor.

[b i o n i c]

you mustve been a tiny kid!

my fell down a flight of stairs with me when i was a baby. this explains everything.

[cubsfirstplace]

one time me a friend ordered some food for to go and the manager just handed us the food without asking if we have paid for it. so we just left and got $29.07 worth of food for free. (still have a picture of the receipt)

another time me and another friend were eating at a restaurant and the waitress was really shitty. (never gave us any refills, extremely slow) so we just kind of like power walked out of the restaurant without paying.

actually now that i think about it i've never paid for food before. jkjkjkjkjk

[RobMoney$]

One day my boy Matt & I were drinking over his house. I had plans on going down the shore that weekend and Matt was staying in the city.
I already had a DUI which I failed to appear in court for and I knew they had a warrant out for me in NJ, so I knew if I got locked up again for anything, I'd be in some serious shit.
So I came up with the idea of an alias, I told Matt,

"Look, if I get picked up down the shore this weekend by the cops, I'm giving them your number and I'm telling them my name's Rob Barrett."

I choose that name because there was this kid Eddie Barrett that everyone always kind of picked on and blamed everything on.

Sure enough I took two steps outside the hotel and cops come up on me with a beer in my hand and arrest me. They take me in for public alcohol consumption and underage drinking and I'm thinking to myself, "Fuck it, I'm gonna try to pull this shit off, what do I have to lose".
We get to the station and I tell them my name's Rob Barrett, I live at 4807 Blahblah St. (Matt's real addy is 4708 Blahblah St.) and I gave them Matt's real phone#. I tell them I don't have a drivers license yet (I was only 17) and have no other ID. So they throw me in the holding tank and I pass out on the bench for a couple of hours because I was completely pickled.

I wake up and I'm in there for a couple more hours and I start to get worried.
Finally the cop comes in and shouts "Rob Barrett!", and I say "Yeah"
He says "Can you spell that last name for me again?"
I think "Fuck, did I tell him Barrett with two R's, Two T's? Or was there only one R or T in there?"

So I went with Barrett, two T's and two R's.
He says "alright, were checking your info out now"

I thought I was caught for sure. I thought they ran that name and I was caught. Now I'm pretty much starting to panic.

The cop comes back and says "Rob, do you have an Unkle?"
me: "Yeah"
cop: What's his name?
me: My Unkle Matt?
cop: Ok, Yeah we just got off the phone with him. We're taking you to the bus station and putting you on the bus back home to Philly."
me: You mean my Unkle knows about this? Shit, I'm dead.
cop: Yeah, he suonded pretty pissed.

A little while later the cops take me and drop me off in front of the bus station and tell me to GTFO of their town, to which I act all scared and say "Yes sir", and they leave.
I turn right around and run directly back to my hotel and call Matt's house.
He tells me how he was telling them how much he was gonna kick my ass when he was acting like my Unkle and that he bluffed and offered to come all the way down there to pick me up if he had to, to which the cop said "that's OK, we can just put him on the next bus home"
Matt also tells me how he was out the entire weekend and had just came home for 20 min. to shower and change clothes when they called and that if they had called at any other time that weekend he wouldn't have even been home to get the call. Matt's mom or step dad would have answered and I would have been caught.

[Dorothy Wood]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3ClCwcCvdQ


when I was 19, I got rammed by a car on a highway entrance ramp in downtown detroit, but reacted quick enough to jerk onto the shoulder instead of in front of a semi. dude was drunk and had no insurance, his car was fucked, mine was fine, the trunk interior got squashed, but the exterior just bounced back.

when it happened, my friend and I were on our way to a rave thing, but were to spooked to go. we just went to dennys and smoked a billion cigarettes and drank milkshakes. the next day, we went to the police station in the district it happened to file a report (which we thought was the right thing to do, but turned out completely pointless). the cops asked us why we were in that neighborhood and if we were going to that party, and told us two people got shot there. dun dun dun.

last year, my ex and I had two close calls. we were walking back to his place from a bar and crossed the street, 2 seconds later, a beer bottle was tossed from a speeding car and broke at our feet. we looked up like, "what the hell?" and saw the car (some kind of red sports car) proceed to smash into every car on the street. then, it squealed into a Uie and blasted past in the opposite direction while being pursued by a cop car. it was absolutely insane. we almost puked. it was also pretty aweome though.

the other time, we ate dinner at a BBQ place before going to see a movie. we walked across the street to the theater, saw a car speed up and heard gunshots. then screams and everyone running and ducking for cover. I plastered myself against the wall, but probably should've hit the deck in retrospect. we never found out what happened, but the place was swarming with cops like a minute later. we still saw the movie because we were afraid to go back outside. ha. :(