The Shit We Pulled

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Being a 15-year-old male in “the Region” was an exciting time for me; being a policeman’s son, sometimes made it that much better.

I was daring, reckless, maybe a bit of an idiot.  Some may even say that I was a complete lunatic, but whatever it is you’re told, they’ll also tell you that they’ll never forget the shit we pulled – I made sure of that.

Jumping and Riding Trains

My two cousins (Mike & Bill) and I got this crazy idea about jumping and riding trains, we thought that it be a great way to get around – you know…free transportation!  The problem with that idea was that these trains didn’t go anywhere we wanted to go, so jumping and riding them was pretty much pointless and a waste of time, but we didn’t care; we jumped and rode them anyway.


One of the first incidents that almost went horribly wrong while jumping and riding trains was with my cousin Mike.  Mike and I talked and planned about jumping a train that carried brand new (tough built) cars from a nearby auto plant.  We thought that we could hop a train car that carried these new cars and then take the radios out of them.  I’m not sure what we planned to do with the radios once we got them…we didn’t plan that far ahead.

I mean, it’s not like we knew anyone that was in the market for stolen, factory built car radios…and besides, we never got that far anyway.

It was mid afternoon when Mike and I decided to head out towards the train depot.  Neither one of us have ever taken out a car radio before so we weren’t exactly sure what tools to bring – so we brought hammers.

Yes. Hammers.

Not the first tool of choice for most thieves.

These weren’t your typical claw hammers either, no, these were the odd looking mechanic hammers…the hammers with the ball point at the back instead of the usual claw.  Yeah, this was our tool of choice for such an operation, according to our calculations, we figured hammers would do just fine.

Oh, did I mention that this was our first time doing something like this?

…hammers are terrible tools to use when trying to steal a car radio. 
James Timothy Peters

mechanic-hammer-24230_640Our tool supply came from our grandfather, Grandpa Schreier (Mike’s mother and my mother were sisters and Grandpa Schreier was the father).  Grandpa Schreier had an ample supply of tools.  Masonry tools, carpentry tools, drafting tools, levels, ropes, chains, hooks and a single car garage filled to the rafters with wood.  He had a room in the basement/workshop that was totally dedicated to doors and an old bomb cellar dedicated to ladders.

When I asked my uncle why Grandpa had all that wood in the garage, the response was “In case the house burns down he’d be able to build another one.”

The Door Room: A room that is dedicated to just doors. It is filled with interior & exterior doors; closet & bedroom doors; French doors, Colonial style doors, &c.  Whatever door you may need…Grandpa Schreier just might have it.

The Ladder Room: An old bomb cellar that Grandpa Schreier built under his front porch, surrounded by brick 12″ thick (minus the entryway).  It may not have been able to take a direct hit or withstand the radiation from a nuclear blast, but you sure felt like it could when you stood in it.  After the bomb scare in the 1960′s, the bomb cellar eventually became the new storage place for all 30 of his extension ladders.

There was an opening in the chain-link fence of the train yard that was just big enough for us to squeeze through.  We brought along a pillow case that we took from our grandmothers linen closet.  We carried our hammers in them on the way to the train depot and we were going to use them to carry our car radios on the way back.

Everything was coming together.

As we crept through the hole in the fence and through the high brush and tall weeds, we moved slowly and made sure we weren’t spotted.

Now that I think about it, Mike was wearing all white.  A white tank-top; white shorts & boat shoes.  The perfect outfit for a stealthy operation such as this.

Luckily, a train carrying these automobiles was just on its way out of the train yard.  It was going so slow you could walk next to it and still keep up.  It was easy to hop on…very, VERY easy to jump and ride this train…almost too easy.

We quickly climbed on board and hid until the train made the turn at the bend in the gully.  We stayed hidden and made sure that none of the “yard guys” saw us.  As soon as we made that turn in the bend we went to work.

I instantly jumped up and ran next to the car that Mike was looking at.

“This is how you do it,” I said to Mike as I slammed a hammer against the car door window and smashed it.

“What are you talking about?” Mike said back. “That’s the back door.”

He was right.

“Alrighty then,” I answered back.
So, as casual as I could make it, I went over and smashed the front door window.

We looked at each other.  He looked at me as if I were crazy; reached over and opened the door by the handle.

There was no need to smash the windows – the doors were unlocked.

Oh well.

I jumped in the car and went to town.  I smashed the shit out of that dashboard with that hammer trying to get at that radio.  I got it down to the metal…damn, all I needed was a Phillips screwdriver.  If I had that, I would have gotten that radio out a lot faster.

Oh yeah, that’s right…I got it out – with an ugly looking hammer.
And Mike got his out of the car he was in with his.

It was time to go.
We stuffed those two radios in the pillow case and when I was about to hit another car I heard Mike say something that changed everything.

“Jimmy. We have a problem…look!” Mike yelled as he pointed outside.
Mike was standing where we climbed on.  I walked up to where he was standing and looked out.
“The train picked up speed!”

Oh my God.  It was flying.
At the time, I would have said we were going 50 mph easy, but maybe now that I think about it, it was going about 25-30 mph – tops.  That may not seem fast, but try saying that while hanging on the side of a train.

We didn’t know what to do.  Things started to speed up.  We’re like “Okay, okay…be calm.”  Then we’d look out the train again and saw a sign that read GARY, as in Gary, Indiana.  We needed to get off and get off fast.

We got our thoughts together and decided to get rid of the evidence.  We’ll toss the hammers and the pillow case full of radios off the train and then if things go right, we’ll come back and pick them up.
Good idea.

We went to the other side of the train and looked out.  There was just another set of tracks and a huge field.  I tossed the hammers first.  I tried to toss them gently and tried to remember where I tossed them, but it didn’t matter.  I tried to toss them over the other side of the other set of tracks but I missed.  Those hammers hit those tracks so hard they bounced right underneath the train.  So much for those.

Mike tossed the pillow case of radios off the train and when they hit the ground, the whole pillowcase exploded.  Those two radios flew into pieces.

So much for our BIG score.

I thought Mike was going to bounce underneath the train just like the hammers.

I thought Mike was going to bounce underneath the train just like the hammers.

We had to get off this train because we’re headed for Gary, Indiana… and that doesn’t mean it’s going to stop in Gary either. With our luck, we’d probably end up in Ohio somewhere if we didn’t do what we did next.

Mike thought quickly and came up with the idea of hanging on the side of the train and try to run with it – while still holding on to the train.  When he thought the time was right, he would let go and just gradually slow down from running on his own.

At the time, it sounded like it’d work…
but it didn’t.

Mike took about three or four HUGE running steps and started somersaulting head-over-heels right next to the train.  His boat shoes flew off in opposite directions.  He had to have flipped six or seven times before veering off away from the train.

I had to have been at least 40-50 yards away before Mike came to a complete stop.  He stopped in a patch of sticker bushes just to make matters worse.

“MIKE!” I yelled out from the train to see if he was all right.  I saw him pick his head up and his arm signalling me he was okay.

I hung from the train like he did and decided that this was NOT for me.  I climbed back in the train and decided to just run and jump off.  That’s more my style.

I landed; rolled a little bit; jumped to my feet and ran over to see if Mike was okay.

Guess what?
He was a bit bloody, but he was okay.


To be continued.

I will never ask the question: “How in the HELL can you run yourself over?”

If you’re guessing where this is going – you’re correct…
I almost ran myself over.

I nearly ran myself over!

I know what you’re thinking, “How can you run yourself over?”

It’s a little tricky, but it can be done!

I understand how it happened, I just can’t imagine what would have happened had my van actually ran me over.  If it wasn’t for my “cat like” reflexes and my keen “sense of aware“, I might have gone to the hospital.

I know, I know… whatever.



But if you’re interested in reading on HOW & WHY it happened, then by all means – please, continue.

Early one morning…

I was opening Lauers Pub in Calumet City, IL and decided to park directly in front of the tavern.  When I came to a complete stop, I turned off the ignition before placing the gear in park.  Quite simply – I forgot.  The van was off, but it was still in drive.

This is what it looked like before I had it repaired.

This is what it looked like before I had it repaired.

I know what you’re thinking, but before you decide that I must be FULL OF SHIT, let me just tell you that my van was once a stolen vehicle.  And in order for them to steal the van, they had to pop its ignition.

So now, that safety feature that disables any vehicle from starting if it is NOT in park…yeah, that feature has been disconnected in my vehicle and will now start in ANY gear (even reverse).

Needless to say, I jump out of the van and continued on with my day not realizing that had not put the van in park.  So it sat IN GEAR for half a day.

When it was time to go, I dragged ass back to the van and used a screwdriver to enable the starter/ignition.  I crawled under the van and used the same screwdriver to jump the starter.  This is when everything went wrong.

When the van started it instantly took off.  If it wasn’t for my “cat-like” reflexes, this day may have ended on a more serious note.  Luckily, with my self-taught ninja skills I managed to roll out of the way of the out-of-control van.  Rolling from underneath a moving van while against a 6 inch curb was a bit tricky, but again…because of my athletic ability, I managed to avoid running myself over.

I sprang to my feet and started running after my van down the street.  Fortunately, it turned towards the curb and jumped it.  When the van hit the curb it slow down considerably making it possible for me to open the passenger side door and jump in.

The van was now heading towards a fire hydrant and I still wasn’t able to stop the van – just steer it.  I quickly turned the steering wheel to the left to get back on the street – missing the hydrant by inches.

When the van rolled down from the sidewalk onto the street, I jumped over to the drivers seat and was able to take control.PerfectlyNormal2a

I slammed on the brakes and took a minute or two to gather my thoughts.

Did that just happen?

I got my shit together and turned the van around.
While I was doing this, I noticed an old lady standing on her porch looking at me shaking her head.

You’re welcome, lady.
You’re welcome for the entertainment.


Here’s a List of 8 Phobias that have to do with Numbers

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Do you have a phobia?

What exactly is a phobia?

Medical experts define phobias as a fear based on a “conditioned emotional experience”. A traumatic experience is most likely the cause of developing a phobia. Most times, something happened that has caused a tremendous amount of fear to someone when they were young and then developed into a phobia into adulthood.

However, some also believe that phobias may have been caused by biological evolution.

  • For an example, an individual develops a natural fear to things such as spiders, snakes, falling, &c.

It’s also possible that some phobias can develop from another existing phobia.

  • For example, a little boy buys a balloon and walks across the street without paying attention and almost gets hit by a car causing him to lose his balloon. This boy may have developed a phobia to balloons, then developing a fear of things that fly. The next thing that develops is a phobia of automobiles and all transportation vehicles. This boy could also develop a fear of people selling balloons as well.

Phobia #1

Fear of Numbers


There are people out there who are afraid of a lot of little things. From mice to rats, dogs and cats, falling, flying, heights, &c. The list is long and has plenty of room for new phobias. But the fear of numbers? Now that’s a bit odd – don’t you think?

Numerophobia is the extreme and irrational fear of numbers. It’s a rare occurrence when a sufferer of numerophobia will run from a group of numbers, but most rather just look away. The fear is that they will start adding the numbers together in different various ways and won’t be able to stop until every possible equation has been solved.

Numerophobia: The Fear of Numbers

Numerophobia: The Fear of Numbers

Numerophobia is also known as Arithmophobia. However, those who suffer from Arithmophobia fear specifically arithmetic. They are able to look at numbers however, if the numbers are arranged in a way where it looks as if it is an arithmetic problem, severe anxiety may start to develop. 

Phobia #2

Fear of the Number Four



Tetraphobia: Fear of the Number Four

Thought to have originated in the East long, long ago. The fear of the number four is respected by all classes. The number four sounds much like the word that means ‘death’. For fear that the number four may bring misfortune, a lot of high rise buildings has excluded the number four to appear on elevator buttons and floor descriptions.

Building designers have purposely left out the number four, or have replaced the number with the letter ‘F’.

  • An interesting article written by Koichi about Tetraphobia can be read by clicking here.

Phobia #3

Fear of the Number Five


The fear of the number five was not thought to be a phobia by many people. It wasn’t until after more & more cases started to surface that Quintaphobia finally joined the ‘unofficial’ Phobia List. It just seemed odd that the number five could bring such an extreme fear to some people. Fact is, nobody really knows ALL there is to know about phobias. Why are some people completely terrified over such seemingly harmless things…? or inanimate objects such as clouds, horseshoes or garden hoses?

If you’re wondering, there’s no phobia name for the fear of the number six. However, there is a name for fear of the number 666 and it is called hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.

Numerophobia is the extreme and irrational fear of numbers.

 Phobia #4

Fear of the Number Seven


Septaphobia is another odd phobia. Most people consider the number seven as a very lucky number, but there are people who have an extreme and sometimes an irrational fear of the number.

Having a fear of such things as “numbers” is strangely odd. They’re unlike any other phobias, since phobias are mostly an extreme and irrational fear of ‘things’ & ‘situations’, but are treated the same as other phobias with therapy and facing the fear.

 Phobia #5

Fear of the Number Eight

Anything that represents a figure eight can set an Octophobiac off.

Anything that represents a figure eight can set an Octophobiac off.


Octophobics not only fear the number eight, they also fear the figure eight. The figure eight doesn’t have to represent a number in order for someone who suffers from Octophobia to start feeling anxious. Seeing somebody twirl their finger in a figure eight pattern, or watching someone or something move in a figure eight pattern can set things off with an Octophobiac.

 Phobia #6

Fear of the Number Nine


There isn’t a name for every little fear (or major fear, for that matter) that’s out there, but when a certain disorder becomes more & more common, experts will put a name for that disorder in order for other professionals to know what specific fear/phobia they are dealing with. Fear of the number nine isn’t popular enough to be considered a phobia, but it is suggested that it may come from Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia (fear of the number 666).

Almost all cases of people who are fearful of the number nine are also fearful of the number 666. So experts just labeled these people as Hexakosioihexekekontahesaphobiacs. However, there are those very, VERY few who just fear the number nine – that’s it. So few, that no name is given to this extremely rare phobia.

I suggest Neunophobia, simply because “neun” means “nine” in German.

 Phobia #7

Fear of the Number Thirteen


Triskaidekaphobia: The Fear of the Number Thirteen

Triskaidekaphobia: The Fear of the Number Thirteen

There’s no doubt that the number thirteen may make some people uneasy. Almost EVERYBODY knows that the number thirteen represents ‘bad luck’. If you personally do consider the number thirteen bad luck, but don’t fear the number, you’re like most. Then again, even if you do consider thirteen as a bad luck number and you make a fuss about it, you still may not have a phobia. It’s when you develop an extreme and irrational fear about the the number thirteen is when you can diagnois yourself as having Triskaidekaphobia.

Why “13″ is Unlucky

There are many reasons why we consider the number thirteen to be unlucky. Here are just a few:

1. It takes thirteen witches to make a perfect coven.
2. The murders of the Knights Templar were planned and executed on October 13, 1307
3. In a “Man’s World” the number 13 is considered a “girly” number so that alone makes it unlucky
4. During the Last Supper there were 13 in attendance, Judas (the 13th guest) was the first to rise and the first to die

 Phobia #8

Fear of the Number Twenty-Three

The ’23′ Enigma

The Number 23 (2007)

Fear of the number twenty-three does NOT have a phobia name but there are people that fear it…kinda weird. It’s called the “The ’23′ Enigma” instead. Sounds more like a movie, but…wait.

There is a movie about “The ’23′ Enigma”, it’s called (no surprise) 23 starring Jim Carey.

The ’23′ Enigma means that people believe that most things and events can be traced back to the number 23.

The Number 23 (2007)

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Officer Placed on Leave

Animal Abuse Accusations

 A seemingly disturbing video of a Hammond, Ind., police officer abusing a police canine, was posted to YouTube on April 30th. Citizens got into an uproar and wanted Hammond Mayor McDermott to “take action”. And by action, they want the officer fired. But wait a minute…did we really see what we think we saw? Take a closer look! Yes, the officer did lift the dog off the ground, but by the ball that’s in the dogs mouth. The officer did have the dogs collar, but you can see it was just so the dog wouldn’t swing. Besides, the dogs tail is wagging and looks as though he wants to play. People need to pipe down and take another look.

The officer is trying to pull a ball out of his K9's mouth

The officer is trying to pull a ball out of his K9′s mouth

The Dog Wants to Play

Watching the video closely, you can obviously tell the dog is in no danger. The dog is wagging his tail and is trying to keep the ball from the officer. The dog wants to play, and why not? The K9 is a young German Shepard and he wants his ball! When the investigation is concluded, they will return the K9 to the officer and all will be forgiven. Hammond Police Officer Suspected in Animal Cruelty to K9

Ansan Danwon High School 

Students and Teachers Aboard a Sinking Ship

Passengers aboard a South Korean ferry found themselves stranded on a sinking ferry at around 9 in the morning on Wednesday.  Reports have stated that out of the 476 passengers, there were 325 students and 15 teachers. So far, as of Friday evening in South Korea, 49 bodies had been recovered. Officials have said 179 people were rescued from the Sewol. The remaining passengers still remain missing. However, reports were made stating that ALL the students from Ansan Danwon High School made it safely ashore. This was later confirmed to be false.

Traveling by ferry is a common means of transportaion in South Korea

Traveling by ferry is a common means of transportation in South Korea

Over 150 military officials searched the cold, dark waters of the Yellow Sea for the remaining 292 passengers. The rough waters are making it quite difficult to conduct the search, but South Korea is determined to continue on.

Parents are grief stricken, waiting impatiently for their children to contact them through cell phones. They have decided to camp out in a gymnasium near the accident on Jindo Island.

Parents don’t understand why a false report would be made stating that the students were safe when they were obviously not. Malicious prank text messages have been made to grieving parents stating that they were their missing child. Officials have said that they will catch the people who are making these prank texts and they will be arrested.

Students and teachers from Seoul were on their way to a four-day trip to Jeju (a resort island considered the Hawaii of Korea) when some passengers heard a loud thump. The ferry is believed to have hit something which caused many of the passengers to be thrown off their feet. It’s not known what caused the ferry to sink in under two hours, but a thorough investigation is underway. 

Captain Lee Jun-Seok among FIRST to be Rescued

The 69-year-old captain, Lee Jun-Seok was placed under-arrest along with his third mate, known only as Park, as the ferry sank. It’s been confirmed that Lee Jun-Seok was NOT in the steering room when the accident occurred. However, it’s not exactly why Lee Jun-Seok left in the first place. The only explanation given by Lee Jun-Seok was that he had to “attend to something”.

Vice-Principal Kang Min-gyu commits Suicide

Surprisingly, Kang Min-gyu, vice principal of Ansan Danwon High School hung himself from a tree near the gymnasium on Jindo Island. He left a suicide stating:

“Please hold me responsible for all of this. I pushed for the school excursion. Cremate my body and spread my ashes over the ship sinking site. I may become a teacher again in the afterlife for the students whose bodies have yet to be found.”

Racism or Common Sense?

Posted: April 3, 2014 in News, True to Life

SCHOOL: Hempstead Middle School

Now this school is located in Hempstead, Texas. This still doesn’t excuse or support  the principals actions, but it might shed a little light on WHY a person in a very respectable position would actually come to such a conclusion.

I don’t think it’s either, I think it’s unfortunate

Evidence proved the tampering of three public school buses.

Evidence proved the tampering of three public school buses.

The Hispanic community is calling in the FBI because there are malicious acts being performed on school/city/state property. Vandalism being the main one, but now three school buses have been found where brake lines have been tampered with endangering the lives of children. I hope the person(s) involved are caught and held responsible (20+ years would work).

With my heritage, the “Nativity Scene” is a common decoration to display during Christmas. With my heritage, a prayer before meals is practiced. With my heritage, the PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE was pledged everyday before school. However, the public school system does NOT allow this to be displayed on its public property.
Why? Because it’s NOT everybody’s heritage.

Now if speaking in Spanish is your family heritage, does that give you a right to speak it fluently (on school time) during school hours? Will it not distract those who are willing to learn the English language? Will it not frustrate those who are trying to teach? Because, obviously the PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE is offensive to some students. So is seeing other students with bowed heads and folded hands for a few seconds before meals. I’m not even going to get into it about certain Christmas decorations. 

I remember singing Canada’s National Anthem in music class during my elementary days and there wasn’t a single Canadian in my school.

A simple solution would be that the teachers in such schools should also be able, if  not teach, but speak the acquired language just as fluent as their students.

Why did it have to come to a point that a principal thought it be best if students spoke in English during school hours? At first, I thought it sounded a bit racy, but then I tried to see things in the principals point of view…I still thought it was a little racist. Then another problem came to view – ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION.  

For obvious reasons, ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION into the UNITED STATES is against the LAW!
It could be dangerous; catastrophic. It can endanger the very lives of the American people.

It affects the very core of our financial infrastructure. Respectful & reliable sources have claimed that Social Security assistance will no longer be available for future generations – possibly even ours. Every American soldier who died fighting & defending this GREAT country of ours would be a disgrace if nothing is done about it.

Is your government okay with foreigners working in your country illegally?
Hell yeah! It’s looked at as “Free Money”.

Billion$ of Dollar$ are LOST due to ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION

Billion$ of Dollar$ are LOST due to ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION


When the term “illegal immigrants” is used, right away people tend to think of Mexico and its citizens running for the border. This isn’t necessarily true. Illegal immigration can come from all over the world, it’s just easier for Mexicans (and others) to do it through Mexico.

When students start communicating to one another in their own foreign language in a public school, this can make officials (who do not speak the language) a bit frustrated. Which is totally UNDERSTANDABLE. Why? Because as children, they MAY NOT be discussing the subject that’s at hand. Kids will be kids. However, it was the school district IN THIS COMMUNITY who brought on these officials to teach their children/students in Hempstead, Texas. And they will teach those students the way they were taught – in English. If a teacher can’t speak Spanish, what the hell are they doing in a school in Hempstead, Texas where majority of the students are Hispanic?

If that last paragraph doesn’t make you think (even a little bit), I’m sorry I can’t break it down any more “Barney Style” than that.

Now before you answer, ask yourself this: Is it fair to the few American students who can’t speak Spanish?
A true American KNOWS the answer to that.

If it’s allowed that certain schools and/or communities can speak/teach in an American public school in a foreign language during school hours, to me that’s a type of segregation. This will lead communities in becoming being a certain majority over another. What’s happening in Hempstead, Texas is “text book”.

  1. Illegal immigrants come to a community, most likely looking for work.
    Illegal immigrants speak their own language, stay to themselves and mingle within their own crowd. They’re hard working people and are an asset as well as a blessing to their community. However, very few have obtained a legal right to reside in the United States and do not posses a Social Security number.
  2. Illegal immigrants start families and have children.
    Another great opportunity for a community to grow and flourish. Any person born in the United States is considered to be an American citizen. However, these illegal immigrants cannot or DO NOT speak English to their children. Either because they can’t or they don’t want to. Whatever the case may be, it’s the parents prerogative. When it comes time to find a school to enroll in, you either find a PRIVATE school that caters to your needs, or you let your child speak English in a PUBLIC school. Either way, that child will receive the BEST education possible.

So before you start firing people for what they know and do things in a way they only know how, let’s think about who put them there in the first place.


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This story is the second part of another story that happened to me.

Well, I did it…I ran myself over!

It finally happened

I worked a late night. I drove to the boss’s house because I was going to ride to the job-site with him. He moved his van from his back alley parking spot and I parked in (backwards) in his place. It was around 9 pm.

After three and a half hours at the job site, we ran out of material and had to wrap things up. My boss drove me back to his house and dropped me off. We said our good-byes and I closed his door. I walked over to my van and I crawled underneath it to start it.PEACE

Remember…? I have to start my van underneath it.
And yes, I haven’t gotten around to fixing that ignition problem.

I grabbed the tool that starts the van and was feeling around underneath the van with it. It being dark out, I was having a difficult time trying to locate the starter. I scooted a little further underneath the van thinking it would help me find it…and I did.

At first, the van didn’t start right up. I had to do it again. The van finally started and began to accelerate slowly in reverse. I was still underneath the van.

Quickly I tried to get away, but the right front tire pinched the material of my coat, trapping my arm in place. My upper arm was trapped underneath the tire of my moving van. It was obvious that the van was in reverse. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

I couldn’t sit up, I desperately grabbed for the slowly rolling tire that was gradually crushing my bicep. The pressure was immense. I thought that my arm was going to explode. All I could think about was having to amputate my arm. My face was inches away from my vans front tire. I watched as the wheel slowly rolled over my arm. All I could do was lay there.

When the van rolled over my arm I watched as the van back over my boss’s privacy fence. It continued to roll into the backyard and came to a stop when it crashed into a tree.

My boss jumped out of his van and ran over to help me up.

“Are you okay?” my boss asked in disbelief. “Did your van run over you?”

“Yeah…my arm.”My Arm

“Oh my God! Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no, I’m alright, really,” I said. “Sorry about the fence.”

“Forget the fence, how are you? Where did it get you?” he asked as he looked me over to see if I was okay.

“My arm. The van rolled over my arm,” I told him as I lifted it. It was weird that it didn’t hurt like you’d think it would. I mean, it was sore but strangely enough it didn’t bruise.

US Airways Flight 1702

Jetliner Crashes at Takeoff

Flight 1702 at end of runway.  Philadelphia International Airport

Flight 1702 at end of runway.
Philadelphia International Airport

An Airbus A320 jetliner, flown by US Airways, blew a tire during takeoff at the Philadelphia International Airport. Aboard were 149 passengers and 5 crew members when on Thursday (march 13, 2014) felt a sudden drop and the plane landing back on the runway. Passengers began screaming when the plane did this a second time. When the plane finally came to a stop at the end of the runway, someone yelled fire. Passengers immediately started exiting the plane in a quick and orderly fashion (just like they were suppose to).

Nobody was seriously hurt and emergency personnel were able to wrap it up quickly. Only two passengers required further medical attention. This put quite a scare into not only the passengers & crew of Flight 1702, but other passengers that were still inside the terminal. Especially after what happened with Malaysia Airlines and Flight MH370.

Flight 1702 was on its way to the Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport a little after 6 pm when the accident happened. Passengers finally reached their destination earlier today (March 14, 2014).

Flying Tiger Line Flight 739

An “Intensely Luminous” Light in the Sky

107 Passengers/Crew Missing

March 16, 1962

Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 is nowhere to be found

Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 is nowhere to be found

Eighty minutes after departure, at 2:22 pm, the pilot radioed a routine message and gave his position as being 280 miles west of Guam.. The aircraft was expected to reach the Philippines at 3:30. At that time, the Guam IFSS experienced heavy radio static causing temporary communication difficulties. At 3:39 pm, the Guam radio operator attempted to contact Captain Gregory P. Thomas (the planes pilot) but was unable to establish contact. Flying Tiger Line Flight 739 was not seen or heard from again.

The crew from a nearby tanker ship claimed to have seen “lights flashing” in the sky at around the same time Flight 739 lost contact with the radio controller.

Malaysia Airlines Missing Plane

No Trace of Flight MH370

239 Passengers/Crew Missing

March 7, 2013

Captain Zaharie Ahmad Shah and Fariq Hamid fly the Boeing 777 jetliner over the South China Sea. At 2:40 am Flight MH370 left Kuala Lumpur for the skies – only to lose contact with air traffic controllers approximately two hours later. Speculations that  pilots Zaharie Ahmad Shah and Fariq Hamidthe (for some unknown reason) decided to go off course, possibly to head back to Kuala Lumpur, which is on the western coast of Malaysia. However, pilots are instructed to report in if such action is needed (usually for emergency purposes only), but no such call was ever received.

Four days after Flight MH370 went missing, some family members of the missing passengers claim to have seen that their loved ones were “online” and that their cell phones were still ringing.


Malaysia Airlines Missing Plane

Malaysia Airlines lost contact with their plane at 2:40 am Saturday less than an hour after taking off from Kuala Lumpur.

Malaysia Airlines lost contact with their plane at 2:40 am Saturday less than two hours after taking off.

Flight MH370 Vanished with 227 Passengers & 12 Crew Members

Flight MH370, a Boeing 777 jetliner, vanished over off the territorial waters of Malaysia and Vietnam. Rescue vessels from the countries of Malaysia and Vietnam were on the scene to help with the search and rescue.  They were the first to arrive from a list of countries from Southeast Asia who scoured 4,300 square miles of water on the South China Sea on Saturday (Friday EST). However, rescuers could not locate the crash site after hours of searching the waters.

The Philippines sent air force planes and navy patrol ships, and China dispatched two rescue ships to assist in the search, according to officials and state media. Vietnamese fishermen have also been put on alert. 

So what happened?

The world isn’t unfamiliar with lost planes. Unfortunately, as odd as it sounds, the sudden vanish of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 (a Boeing 777 jetliner) sounds like another sad mystery. Nobody knows what happened and more importantly, nobody suspects this as an “act of war”.

Flight MH370 lost contact with Malaysian air traffic controllers about an hour after it took off Saturday morning at 2:40 am (1:40 am Friday EST). It was to to land in Beijing at 6:30 am (5:30 am EST). Flight 370 reached a height of at least 35,000 feet before it was reported as missing. Malaysia Airlines denies the plane crashed since no solid evidence has been recovered.

Zaharie Ahmad Shah, the 53-year-old captain of the missing plane, had over 18,300 hours of experience and joined Malaysian Airlines back in 1981. The 27-year-old co-pilot,  Fariq Hamid, had more than 2,700 hours of flying experience.

There were no reports of any problems.
No distress calls or signals.
No sightings of a plane going down, and curiously…
no wreckage.

“There aren’t any signs of a downed plane anywhere. There’s no floating debris, such as clothing or parts of the plane.
It’s just gone,” says a search & rescue volunteer.

Alien Abduction?

You will NOT hear that it may be an alien abduction from ANY government…but I’m sure, somebody thought it.

You have to admit – it could be possible. Of all the possible scenarios, an alien abduction is MOST unlikely. Until a thorough search is conducted at the bottom of the South China Sea, all possibilities are being look into.

One possibility is that Captain Zaharie Ahmad Shah with co-pilot Fariq Hamid may have been trying to avoid/evade a UFO. The UFO may have disengaged their electrical equipment making it impossible to signal for help or even fly the plane.

Another reason speculations that passengers of Flight 307 may be victims of an alien abduction. It seems the cell phones of the missing passengers are still ringing. In fact, a brother-in-law of one of the victims even claimed that his loved one showed that they were even “online”.

There has been another incident that involved a missing plane over the South China Sea back in 1962.

Oil Slicks Discovered

It seems the Vietnamese government has now reported spotting 6 to 9 mile long oil slicks off the tip of southern Vietnam. They are believed to be the oil from Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 crash site.

Singapore has offered to launch a submarine to scan the bottom for wreckage and will report their findings once they have concluded their search.

Vietnamese search and rescue officials immediately set forth towards the crash site, hoping to spot survivors. However, since their arrival, the only thing being reported were signals that have been detected from a plane(?) at about 120 miles southwest of Vietnam’s southernmost coastal province of Cape Ca Mau.
Pham Hien, director of a Vietnam maritime search and rescue coordination center in Vung Tau has since said that the information on local media about the signal near the Cape Ca Mau was inaccurate.

According to the Vietnam’s official news agency these oil slicks were confirmed by Vietnamese authorities. However, after further investigations it was discovered that these oil slicks were NOT of the Malaysian crash.

Passports Stolen

It has now been reported that at least TWO stolen passports may have been on board of Flight MH370. Speculations are being made that the Malaysian Airline crash may be the work of terrorists. The stolen passports belong to Luigi Maraldi, an Italian national and Christian Kozel from Austria. Officials and authorities were wondering if these stolen passports were reported missing or sold voluntarily. It was later said that both men reported that their passports were stolen in Thailand but this was also inaccurate.

Miraldi claims to have lost his passport in Malaysia last July of 2013 and has since gotten a new one. This was confirmed by Interpol who had this information. Kozel claims to have lost his two years ago.

Interpol said that they were investigating other “suspected passports in connection” with Flight MH370. It’s been discovered that the two passengers who used the stolen passports in question appear to have bought their tickets together. Malaysian Transport Minister Hishammuddin Hussein confirmed that there are visuals of the two people who boarded Flight MH307 on CCTV with stolen passports.  

Intelligence agencies (local & international) after examining the footage discovered that the two men were from Iran and are identified as 18-year-old Pouria Nourmohammadi, and 29-year-old Seyed Mohammad Reza Delavar. Both men have NOT been linked to any militant groups

24 Hours Later

Still no sign of a Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 jetliner that crashed (supposedly) near Vietnam’s Cape Ca Mau. However, imagery taken from a passenger on a different plane going the opposite direction clearly shows what looks like “fire on water”, which could indicate that a plane may have gone down in that area. Experts are unsure if the photo is taken in the alleged area where Flight MH307  is thought to have gone down.

At this time, jets and ships are still trying to locate the wreckage and the thought of terrorism comes closer to being “all too real”. Some debris was located elsewhere but it’s being suggested that it may be totally unrelated to the Malaysian crash.

The Malaysian’s military (air force chief) radar suggests that the plane may have turned back around, but this is just a theory and cannot be proven at this time. At first, Malaysia Airlines denied the theory but it’s been reported that by the request of Malaysia Airlines, Thailand authorities are looking in the Andaman Sea. A spokesperson for the airline suggests that the pilot(s) may have tried turning around.

“Pilots are required to call in if they are heading back, but we received no such call.”
Malaysia Airlines Chief Executive Ahmad Jauhari Yahya

Vietnam National Search and Rescue Committee Spokesman Hung Nguyen, has confirmed that Vietnam’s navy spotted a floating object about 50 miles southwest of Vietnam’s Tho Chu Island. When the country’s navy lost sight of the object around the southwest coast in the Gulf of Thailand, they were called back due to darkness.

By the end of the day Sunday,
more than 40 planes and more than two dozen ships
from several countries were involved in the search.

After Two Days

Search and rescue teams using low-flying planes spotted a “rectangular, door-like object”  and “something that looked like a tail portion”, but within 24 hours, Malaysian officials said authorities are now unable to relocate both objects.

Some experts believe that it may be difficult to locate wreckage debris if it disintegrated at a cruising altitude.

Experts from several countries are still examining the footage of the CCTV video. Malaysian Transport Minister Hishammuddin Hussein willingly declined to give any further details, saying that it may jeopardize the valuable information that was recently discovered during the investigation. Hussein said only two passengers had used stolen passports, and that earlier reports that the identities of two others were under investigation were inaccurate.

Photos and fingerprints are now available and the Malaysian authorities are now turning over what they have discovered to US investigators.

Did I ever mention that I had to fight off alligators in the Everglades?
That’s because it never happened.

But it could have.

The (almost) Adventure through the Everglades

While living in Florida, I worked in shipping & receiving at my local K-Mart. My hours were from 6 am to 2:30 pm, pretty sweet hours I might add.

I knew most of the employees. Whether they worked the day shift or the night shift, I knew everybody by their first name. That is, however, with the exception of the overnight stockers. I hardly knew them at all; hardly anybody knew them. The only person who ever talked to them for more than ten minutes was the lady who hired them and she retired three months prior.

There were four of them all together, three full-timers and one part-timer. All in their young twenties, and they all lived together in a four bedroom house. There wasn’t a particular attire they had to wear while they stocked the shelves of K-Mart, unlike the rest of us “during business hours” employees, but cargo shorts and a white, undershirt tank-top was mainly what they wore – and faithfully.

I got to K-Mart at about 5:30 a.m. every morning when I worked. The night-stockers worked from 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. the next day. So, I would only see these guys for about an hour before they punched out and headed for home. We would just talk briefly about the small things, like the Tampa Bay Devil Ray’s or how the Tampa Bay Buccaneers changed their team colors which was going to take some getting use to…(but, really? Did you see their uniforms before?)

Anyway, I didn’t know a lot about these guys, but I assumed their lifestyle would be like any other single, male, twenty “something” year-old would be.
You know what I’m talking about? I’m talking about the ones who are drinking all night – every night, have an untidy household, their personal hygiene could do a bit of an improvement, &c. All that good stuff.

But wait…
I would soon be shown the error of my ways.
But please, read on.

It wasn’t until about six months later when we finally got comfortable with each other. They even invited me to a party at their house that they were throwing. I agreed to go and eventually found out that day that I was the only employee that got invited.

I made arrangements with my girlfriend (my future wife – who I was living with at the time) to drop me off. That way, I wasn’t drinking and driving, plus I told her that I didn’t plan on staying that long.

Well, I didn’t drink and drive, but I did stay longer than I wanted to. It totally wasn’t my fault.

The Good Bye

The directions they gave me was in a neighborhood I was very unfamiliar with. We’ve been in Florida for nearly three years and we’ve never been on this side of town. These houses were beautiful and some were enormous with a huge gate surrounding the property. I was a little curious on what their house was going to look like. The way it was looking, it was going to be the exact opposite of what I thought the house was going to look like.

We pulled down their street and wouldn’t you know it…there was a man-made channel right across the street where boats were able to go up and down. And I don’t mean just little speed boats either. There were house boats, yachts and huge sail boats as well.

We found the address and just looked at each other.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.

The house was gorgeous. I mean, the yard could have used a landscaper but it was still pretty nice. It didn’t have a gate surrounding it, instead, it was well secluded with all the palm trees and other exotic plant life keeping it hidden. We slowly pulled in the half-circle driveway and stopped right where there were two good-sized gargoyles on either side of the front door.  I rolled up the window, leaned over and gave my girlfriend a kiss and exited out of the car. Right before I closed the car door, I heard her say out loud, “Be careful!”

Why does she always say that?

Oh yeah.
Never mind.

Hello Tequila

I watched my wife drive back around and pull away. She had her arm out the window and was waving to me. I waved back. When she was out of view, I rang the doorbell. Eric answered the door.

Eric was one of the guys that worked the night shift stocking shelves. Out of the three, he was the quiet one. He wore a tank top, cargo shorts and instead of work boots he had on sandals. This was the typical attire to some male “Floridians” his age wore. He looked more casual than me (with my t-shirt and blue jeans, the typical attire guys my age wore back in “da region”).  He walked me in to introduce me to the rest of the crowd.

The house was packed with rich kids.

The house was packed with rich kids.

As we stepped into the kitchen I saw a small crowd gathered around a table in the center of the room. There was a tequila bottle, a few salt shakers and bowl full of sliced limes. Eric threw out a few names and they all said “What’s up?”

Another night shift employee walked in. It was Dave. He was the loud one.

“Jimmy!” Dave shouted my name when he noticed me standing in the back. I acknowledge him by raising the beer bottle that was placed in my hand just five minutes earlier.

“What’s going on?” I shouted back above the crowd. Of course I was asking a rhetorical question, but I guess he took it seriously. He made his way towards me by cutting through everybody. He held his beer bottle and cigarette in the air so to not spill or burn anyone, but there was still a certain drunken rudeness about it. He bumped into a girl who then responded by calling him a ‘fucker‘. Dave stopped and just looked at her.

“Maybe later,” he responded trying to look at her seductively, but in all actuality it looked kinda funny.

“You’re fucking weird,” the girl said with a smile and walked away. Dave then looked at me with his glassy red eyes and just shrugged his shoulders.

Dave had brown hair that had a reddish tint to it and had a beard & mustache to match. He wore shirts that looked like they came from the ’50′s but he was able to pull off somehow.

“You want some of this?” Dave pointed to the bottle of tequila as he stumbled forward his last few steps.

I caught and held on to him until he got his bearings. “No, no. Thanks, but I can’t stay long.”


Dave went on to say something, I wasn’t really paying attention because I noticed they were doing it all wrong. People were taking a shot of tequila, sucking on a lime then shaking salt in their mouth.

Stupid kids. What the hell?
I got to fix this.

So I spoke up interrupting Dave, “Hold on, hold on. You guys are doing it wrong. You have to set up before you take the shot.”

“What are you talking about, dude?” the stoner-dude said softly.

“Show us!” giggled a tipsy, high-strung, teeny-bopper.

I licked the lower part of my thumb, shook a little salt on it and showed everyone how the salt stuck to the skin. I grabbed a lime wedge and a shot glass of tequila. I explained the proper procedure and then demonstrated.

That’s when things started to go wrong.
[There's more to this story, but let's move on]

Three hours later I broke out a window and climbed out of it

I don’t remember much. But what I do remember is wanting to leave this party with the quickness, and I did so by breaking out a window with a small stool and climbing out.
People were chasing me.

The next thing I remember was waking up looking at the night sky. I saw three palm trees and the moon. There was tall grass all around me and the ground was wet. It felt as though I was laying in a puddle.
Yes, I was definitely laying in a puddle.

At first, all I saw were three palm trees.

At first, all I saw were three palm trees.

Then I started to focus. I started to remember…things were coming together. I just laid there and tried to gather my thoughts.

That’s when it hit me.
I thought to myself, “Oh my God. I must be in the Everglades. They caught me, knocked me out and threw my body in the Everglades. They wanted me dead, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, so they threw me out here. They wanted the alligators to do their dirty work. Plus, the alligators will get rid of the evidence. They wanted my body to get eaten by alligators. Those motherfuckers!”

I was about to get up when I realized I had my pants in my hand.
Yes. That’s right.
My pants were in my hand.

“What the…?” I said aloud, but before I could give it much thought, I heard a bunch of dogs barking.

I laid still. I thought, “Could those be wild, feral dogs? Scavenger dogs? Eating scraps that alligators leave behind?
I decided that I’d better keep low and stay quiet. If these feral dogs find me – they will kill me. The dogs kept on barking on viciously while I laid in the muck trying to think of a plan.

The first thing that came to my head was that if these assholes were going to ditch my body, it wouldn’t be that far from the road.
I need to find a road.

I sat up but made sure I stayed below the grass line. I looked at my pants and found them sopping wet. They were covered with mud and tiny little sticks. I still had my socks and boots on which struck me a little odd because that meant I (or someone) put my boots back on after my pants were removed. I decided that I’d keep my pants off and just wear my red striped boxers…at least for a little while until I found the road or until my pants dried. It was a fairly warm morning so I wasn’t worried of “catching cold. Plus, I’m in the fucking Everglades, I don’t care who sees me.

If I don’t find a road, that means I’m definitely going to be out here in the swamp for at least another day. I started to think about survival.
I’m eventually going to have to build a shelter. I’m going to need a weapon (there’s more than alligators out here in the Everglades). And of course, I’m going to need food.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’m hungover and this was crazy.

The barking ceased, so I thought it’d be a good time to take a peek for any signs of a road. I figured I’d pop my head up and take a look and then crawl through the high grass in the right direction. I just hoped I wouldn’t crawl and find an alligator.

I got to my hands and knees and prepared to raise my head. I quickly gave a look and saw a car parked on a street. I went back down.

“What?” I said to myself. I raised my head again and stayed there like that. “What the..?”

I was in the front yard of a neighbor (I think). The house had huge columns that held up the roof of this three-story home. I quickly got up and headed for the street. Security lights came on when I stepped out of the flower bed pants-less. I guess I got to close to the car because I also triggered its security system. It acknowledge my presence and verbally told me to step away.

I had no idea where I was at, but I knew I couldn’t stay there.

I stood in the middle of the street next to the channel. I had two choices, I could head in the direction where those guys lived, or start walking in the direction where I came from. Then I looked at my pants that I was holding. Why were my pants off?

Oh my God.
Did I get raped?

The sun was rising and I had to get out of there. I panicked thinking that the police were going to get called, so I ran.

The Journey Home

I ran down the sidewalk. I had no idea where I was going. Then I noticed a red neon light shining in the far distance. I’m going to go there.

It was a car dealership. I spotted a payphone and called my girlfriend collect. She accepted the charges.

“Where are you?” was the first thing she asked. By the sound of her voice, I could tell that she was worried.

“I don’t know. I’m at a car dealership”

“A car dealership? Which one?”

From the background in the phone I heard a voice say, “I know where that’s at, I’ll get him.”

“Darlene’s going to come get you, stay where you are,” my girlfriend instructed me.

“Stay on the phone with him until I pick him up,” the voice from the background said.

“Is that Darlene?” I asked. Darlene was a girl that worked with us at K-Mart. She heard about the party and what happened.

“Yes. Oh my God, what happened?”

“I have no clue.”

“Darlene talked to Dave and said that you broke out a window. Is that true?”


“Why? Why did you break his window and crawl out of it?”

“I don’t know.” I reached behind and made sure nothing was hanging out of my ass. My butt-hole felt alright, it wasn’t sore or anything.
I stood on the phone with her until Darlene pulled up a few minutes later. She brought along a friend. She was another girl that worked with us at K-Mart.

“She’s here, I’ll see you in a bit,” I said. I hung up the phone and got into the backseat of the car.

“Wow. You okay?” Darlene asked while looking at me through her rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, I think.”

“I heard what happened.”

I laid my head back and closed my eyes and said, “You can tell me all about it sometime.”

Is this another disgusting article from TryJimmy?
Of course it is, but this is information you need to know about.

Is Horse Meat Safe to Eat?

"ALDI does what?"

“ALDI does what?”

In most cases – yes.

What do you mean, “In most cases”?

First of all, let’s start as to why I would write such an article.
Before you start thinking “because it’s disgusting” to yourself, you should ask yourself, “Why is this disgusting?

Because it’s a horse?
Actually, the country of France considers horse meat a delicacy. One such favorite item you’ll find on French menus is, Breaded Horse Brain.

But France isn’t alone. Countries like Austria,  Belgium, China, Germany, Italy, Japan, the Netherlands, and Sweden also have a taste for horse meat.

Some horse meat loving fans say that “people don’t know what they’re missing”.

You know what?
I’m cool with that.

the-horse-185319_640So is ALDI using Horse Meat?


Studies have proven that ALDI carries meat products that contain anywhere from 30% to 100% of pure horse meat. Since February of 2013, packaging that identifies its contents as beef is misleading its customers (you think?).
Aw. Hell! They downright lied.

However, ALDI is claiming “ignorant” and had no idea that horse meat was being used.

So who’s to blame? ALDI is pointing the finger at their food supplier, Comigel. Comigel, in turn, is pointing their finger at their “French” supplier saying that they (Comigel) are “a victim in all of this as well”. With this being said, Comigel is facing an “arms-length” of charges.

ALDI - Hammond, Indiana

ALDI – Hammond, Indiana

Is Horse Meat Healthy?

Yes (in most cases).

In most cases? What do you mean?

Horse meat is lean, protein-rich and has a slight sweet taste to it. A lot of first-timers seem to think it tastes a bit like venison. But most Americans think it’s strictly taboo to eat a horse. “It’s like eating your pet,” say most Americans.

The problem with eating horse meat is not how it died, but rather how the horse lived before it was slaughtered for food.
Was it being treated with medications? Was it sick?
These are the two most common questions that are being asked. Horses that are being treated with a certain type of “horse aspirin” for pain, may be harmful for human consumption.

A Horse Meat Recipe

Pot-au-feu de Cheval
(Horse Stew)
Don't Knock It - Until You Try It

Don’t Knock It – Until You Try It

2.5 Pounds of Shredded Horse Meat
(second class meat preferred)

An array of Vegetables
such as Leeks, Cabbage, Turnips, Potato, Celery, Red Pepper

Salt, a Caramelized Onion, Mushrooms and a Clove of Garlic

  1. Place cubed meat in cold water and bring to a boil over a medium flame.
    Be sure to spoon out the grease and foam as it boils.
  2. Add Garlic, Caramelized Onion, Salt (to taste), Mushrooms
    and Vegetables
  3. Leave to cook for seven to eight hours