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.

PART ONE – COUSIN MIKE

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.”

Wow.
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.

PART TWO – COUSIN BILL

To be continued.


Being part of filming BEWARE OF THE KLOWNS was one of the MOST exciting things I’ve ever done. Thanks to Tim Wolak, Alexander Hale Gibson, Rosaleah Sunserra Gonzalez and Brandon Berk.

Most of the CAST & CREW for BEWARE OF THE KLOWNS

Most of the CAST & CREW for BEWARE OF THE KLOWNS

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Trench the Klown

Fatty the Klown

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Ah, the summer of 1989. A lot of good times & memories (of what I can remember anyway) were made in that year.

We were a little older, a lot crazier, unfortunately, none the wiser.
We made it through the summer of 1989, however, with nothing to show for it. All except for a fridge half-full of beer and a small canon.

That’s right. We got ourselves a canon,
but that’s a totally different story.

The fact that there was absolutely NO SUPERVISION is what made all this possible.

Summer of 1989

820 Eaton Street

Hammond, Indiana

I thought I was living the dream. Probably the dream of every 18-year-old male across the country. Well, at least maybe among my fellow “Region Rats” anyway. I guess that’s why we pretty much hung out at my house all the time. The lack of supervision made it the perfect environment for all the “Shit Starting & Shenanigans” we got ourselves into.

We had a large assortment of beer thanks to the Great Beer Heists of '89

We had a large assortment of beer thanks to the Great Beer Heists of ’89

It usually started with a garage/back alley BBQ, but things always got carried away and into the basement as the evening rolled in. By this time, most of us were already half-lit. There was always plenty of beer (free of charge). Of course, this was before the “major bust” of The Great Beer Heists of ’89.
In fact, the warm keg of Guinness spent a good portion of the summer of 1989 in my basement before it was finally moved to a new [undisclosed] location for further study & observation. A few of us would always take a crack at trying to get the beer out, but it always ended up in failure. If we only had that specific tap for that Guinness keg maybe a few us would think differently about Guinness beer.

Then again, maybe not.

Thanks to the “Boys of Wildwood” we finally did get into that keg of Guinness.

 The “48 Club”

Let’s get to the point of the story.

We came up with a competition that if completed you were made a “48 Club” member. It was called the “48 Club” and to become a member you had to drink 48 beers within 48 hours.
Here are the rules:

  1.  You can NOT leave the vicinity.
  2.  You can eat, sleep and throw-up all you want.
  3.  48 beers must be consumed before the 48th hour in order to become a member.

Flaming Shots of Everclear
(an important part of the story)

Alcohol is flammable. The purer the alcohol in the liquor, the greater chance of it igniting.
It’s very flammable. Extremely flammable.

We found out that a particular brand of alcohol (liquor?) would actually ignite – Everclear!
I’m not sure if Everclear was intended to be sipped straight from the bottle, but we did it anyway.
It was horrible.
So, to liven the party, we lit a shot glass full of Everclear on fire and drank it that way.
Makes sense…right?

Yeah, right.
Now it doesn’t only taste like shit, but it’s dangerous too.

Not sure where the idea of throwing flaming shots down your throat came from, but after a few hits & misses , some of us became rather good at it. Almost expert even. May sound like a useless skill but I have to admit, it is rather interesting to witness. If you ever get a chance to witness a drunk throwing fire towards their face, take it.

48 Beers in 48 Hours

48 Beers in 48 Hours

Sometimes, things could go terribly wrong.
Like someone lighting their face on fire.

Or, things could go hysterically funny.
Like someone lighting their face on fire.

Note: On all Flaming Shots you are suppose to extinguish the flame before you drink it.
Nobody told us about that part.

(Back to the “48 Club”)
Let the Competition Begin!

By the fourth hour of the very first 48 Club Competition, there were only 6 or 7 serious (semiconscious) applicants still in the competition out of a basement full of juvenile delinquents.

You remember Cousin Mike?
He was with me during the “Jumping & Riding Trains” incident.

He was one of them.

The McDonald Brothers.
They were with me during one of the Great Beer Heists of ’89.

They were both hanging in there also.

So, there was Cousin Mike, the two McDonald Brothers, myself and a few others.
One of those still standing was Benjie Garrison.

Benjie Garrison is an awesome bowler and already a well-known competitor among his peers and other young professional bowlers. He is very, very good. I met Benjie in high school through a few of my friends. And like myself, he lived with just his father. I remember spending many days ditching school at his house when mine was “unavailable”. We dominated Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo.

Region Rats - photo by Open Clips

Region Rats – illustration by Open Clips

My house, however, was the hub. It was a bit bigger, plus it had a basement that was equipped with a bar. The bar was nothing fancy but it served its purpose. Built in the 60’s by my grandfather, this bar has seen its fair share of shit starting & shenanigans…

…and today was no different.

Although the rules simply state that nobody may leave the vicinity of the competition, Benjie and the younger McDonald  got hungry. Since there wasn’t any food in the house and nobody delivered this late, we decided to make an exception. There was a tiny 24-hour Mexican restaurant just a block away. The infamous LAS BRISAS Mexican Restaurant was a Region Rat hot-spot.
Sorta.

Being that Las Brisas was open 24-hours a day, it too, has also seen its fair share of shit starting & shenanigans. Serving not just the sober during the day, but also the drunks, addicts and idiots during the night. If you ever wanted to test your self defense skills, visit Las Brisas anytime after 1 am and wait. Even though the Hammond Police Department was exactly kiddie-corner from Las Brisas, some knuckleheads didn’t care. Something’s going to happen…

…and tonight was no different.

Benjie and the younger McDonald brother left the house together. It’s best to go in pairs. Besides, Cousin Mike was in no condition to go anywhere. He was worse off than the rest of us. And since this was my house and he was my cousin, I was the one to look after him.

So off they went.

Las Brisas wasn’t the safest restaurant in the Region, nor was it the cleanest, but it sure had GREAT tacos! photo by KAM MISTRY

When they walked into Las Brisas they could already tell that something was not right. There were three employees, one up front, one in the back and another sitting in a booth next to the register. All three of them had their eye on a couple (guy & girl) that were waiting for their order. They looked as if they were pissed off at one another.

The employee that was up front walked to the register and asked Benjie if they were ready to order. Just when Benjie was about to speak, a loud “Fuck you!” was shouted from the girl.

Benjie quickly turned and looked at the couple, “Wow. What was that?” Benjie jokingly snickered.

The guy looked up at Benjie for a moment and then went back silently speaking to the girl looking rather irritated

“What the fuck?” the younger McDonald said to Benjie.

“I don’t know. Whatever.” Benjie said back and then placed their order.

You were to pay right after you order at Las Brisas. This prevented ‘Dine & Dash’. When the employee gave Benjie his change she quickly went to finish up the couples order and gave it to them. The couple immediately left.

Not even a minute after the couple left, Benjie heard a ruckus right outside the restaurant’s front door. Benjie and the younger McDonald went to investigate and found the guy beating the shit out of the girl. Both of them went to grab the guy and pulled him off her.

Suddenly, Benjie felt a thud on the back of his head. When he turned around he saw the younger McDonald throwing the girl a pretty good distance away. When he did, a loud clank was heard. The girl dropped a tire iron in the process of being thrown. After the younger McDonald threw the girl down he jumped on the guy and started beating the shit out of him.

Yes. This happened.

The guy was totally unconscious, but the younger McDonald kept beating away. The girl stood up and decided not to intervene. I guess she knew that it didn’t matter she was a female. It wasn’t until Benjie, when he got his bearings, that stopped the younger McDonald from beating the guy any further. They both went back inside the restaurant. The girl just stood there and continued to scream at the both of them.

The Hammond Police showed up just when they sat down to eat their tacos. It looked as though the girl was trying to explain to the police why her boyfriend was laying unconscious in a Las Brisas parking lot. She was looking through the restaurants glass, pointing to the both of them telling the police who they should be arresting. But the police never came in the restaurant and asked any questions. It seems that they just hauled the couple away to jail.

End of that story.

Meanwhile…

Back at the house, none of us knew what was going on with Benjie and the younger McDonald. This was, of course, before the readily available cell phone.

This was also when we started doing “Flaming shots of Everclear”.

Turning up the heat!
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Benjie and the younger McDonald finally made it back from Las Brisas.

“We got into a fight,” Benjie announced as soon as he walked down the basement stairs. “Man, we kicked the shit out of some guy and his girlfriend.”

The younger McDonald went ahead and tried to explain what happened, but with the tape deck blaring “Sweet Child of Mine” by Guns’n Roses made it a little difficult.

Before any of us could ask Benjie any questions, he was already at the end of the bar with his taco take-out. He sat with his back to us and that’s when I noticed the blood stain down Benjie’s back.

“Dude, you’re bleeding!” I shouted.

The younger McDonald went to check out Benjie’s head.

“That chic busted your head open.”

We all checked out his wound. Yep, there was a gash alright. She bashed him good.

Benjie took his last bite and muffled with a mouth full, “That bitch.” He grabbed a napkin and went upstairs to clean himself up in the bathroom.

Meanwhile…we showed the younger McDonald what we were up to since they left. Rash Key, Jay Gee along with the older McDonald brother with myself included poured ourselves a half-shot of Everclear. Each of us then lit the Everclear in the shot glass on fire.

“What the…?” the younger McDonald said looking wide eyed. “What are you guys going to do now?”

Before he realized, all four of us at the same time, threw the flaming shot down our own throat.

“HOLY SHIT! That’s fucking crazy!”

“Oh yeah?” a voice said coming from the other side of the basement. It was coming from Cousin Mike as he stumbled toward the bar. “I’ll show ya how to do it.”

Cousin Mike grabbed the bottle of Everclear and an empty shot glass. He carelessly poured himself a FULL shot spilling alcohol all over his hand as well as the bar.

“This is how you do it.”

Before any of us knew what was going on, Cousin Mike lit his shot glass on fire.

And his hand.

And the bar.

But that didn’t stop him.
Uh-uh.

Cousin Mike went ahead and was going to finish what he started. He tried to throw that flaming shot down his throat. But it was more like him throwing a fireball at his entire face than down his throat.
Oh yes. He threw fire at his own face.

So, Cousin Mike lit his hand and face on fire along with the top of the bar. I freaked out and everybody started yelling. I just started whacking Cousin Mike in the face trying to put the fire out. He gripped onto the bar with both hands (one of them on fire) and let me slap the shit out of him. The idea soon spread because everybody stopped screaming and started slapping Cousin Mike in the face.

And I do mean everybody. Like four pairs of hands.
I then threw a towel over his burning hand and put out the bar.

After a few quick moments of trying to extinguish Cousin Mikes face the fire eventually went out.
But wait a minute.

Benjie wanted some of that.

From nowhere Benjie flew into the scene. Throwing himself over the bar and with a stretch – SLAP!
He slapped Cousin Mike the hardest of everybody…and the fire was already out.
What the…?

But hold on.
This night doesn’t stop there.

Check back and find out what happens later when we come across vomit, a beer-bong & $100.

10 Items or Less

by James Timothy Peters

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We’ve all done it from time to time; walk into a store for two or three things and the next thing you know – you’re looking for a shopping cart. Two or three things has just turned into nine or ten things. In my case, thirteen.

My wife, Consuela (aka Swayla) and I, along with my nine month old son, Spencer (aka Spencer) were on our back from a function. When we were about to pass a grocery store, she remembered a few things that we needed for the house.

No big deal. I’ll carry Spencer as the three of us walk around and get the few items. Swayla grabbed one of those plastic baskets that are used just for that purpose. Instead of pushing a cart around for two or three items these plastic baskets were perfect. They were neatly stacked near the entrance.

Well, as you’ve probably guessed, we needed to track down a cart. Luckily, there was an empty cart nearby, so the transition was quick & painless. It’s not that there were a lot of items it was just that they were big and/or fragile (e.g. toilet paper, milk, rye bread, &c.).

Spencer wanted to switch. So instead of me carrying him, he wanted to get in the cart and get pushed around by Mom.
Again, no big deal.

However, after a minute or two, Spencer wasn’t satisfied.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to push him around in the cart.
I guess I’m more fun.
I wonder why? [rhetorical question]

“Okay, we’re done,” Swayla quickly said as Spencer and I zoomed past her.

I widened my eyes and looked at Spencer, “Time to go.”

I slowed down on the horseplay and the three of us casually walked towards the registers. The lines were full and the only short line was the “10 Items or Less” register. So that’s where I decided to head to.

 

We were still a good distance from the register when I noticed a young woman walking past me. She was holding a 3-pack of Irish Spring soap and a tube of toothpaste. She was headed for that same register.

Not on my watch! I quickened the pace.

“Wait,” Swayla warned, “we have more than 10 items I think.”

I heard her, but there was a crime unfolding.
And I had to stop her.

Damn she’s fast.
She knew I was tailing her.
She knew that I wanted to get in front of her. And…
she knew that it wasn’t going to happen.

We both knew.Irish Spring Woman

Wait a minute…something happened!

Ha!
She dropped her soap…then kicked it away from herself!
Awesome.

Time to make my move.

Spencer giggles as I speed up.
Needless to say, I’m in line ahead of this woman.

And yes, I’m a dick.

The woman slowly walks up flashing me her best “Eat shit & die” grin. Swayla soon walks up from behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asks me quietly.

I shake my head and look confuse as if I don’t know what she’s talking about. She looks down at the cart and starts counting the items.

“We have thirteen items.”

I keep looking around the store like I’m oblivious to what’s going on. Besides, can’t she I’m deflecting daggers from this woman’s eyes?

We were almost up.

“Jimmy,” Swayla said in a somewhat loud hushed voice trying to get my attention.

I look at her.

Pointing with her eyes by looking at the woman she says without moving her lips, “Let her go ahead.”

The woman knew what was going on. Everybody knew what was going on.
Except for Spencer. He was clueless.

“Next,” the cashier announced.

And to my surprise, I said to the woman, “Go ahead, you only have two items.”

“And you have thirteen, you’re in the wrong line!” She says that to me as she walks past sounding snooty.

Bitch.
She said that loud enough so that the cashier could hear on purpose.

The cashier’s face totally changed. She looked as though she was about to exercise a store policy. She was about to pull some authority.

As the cashier handed the woman her change she wished her a “Good Day”.

“I will now, thank you,” the woman responded back.

Now, it’s my turn.

 

 

 

 


There’s Something in the Backyard

And You’re NOT Going to Believe It

Not a typical night.
Not a typical night at all.

I know this going to sound crazy, but I’m going to tell you anyway.

In the summer of ’89 I had to attend summer school in order to receive my diploma. I was short one English credit.

No big deal, I lived 500′ away from Hammond High’s main entrance. I could wake up 10 minutes before school started and still make it on time.
Which I’ve actually done.

The rules on attendance were very strict. You were not allowed to miss more than two (2) days. If you missed three (3) or more days, you were disqualified from receiving any credit for that class. NO EXCEPTIONS!

Summer Flu

I don’t sick often, but when I do…look out. I feel I’m on the edge of death when I get sick, especially with the flu – but in the summer? Who in the hell gets sick in the summer?

Oh, wait…I do now.

I used to never get sick – especially in the summer.
But of course, when I have to attend summer school, I get sick with a summer flu.
The summer flu…? Am I kidding?sick-29351_1280

I am not.

Thankfully, it started on a Friday night. Because when I awoke Saturday morning I thought I got hit by a truck. This wasn’t a hangover either (even if it was during the BEER HEISTS era)…it was death creeping up on me. I thought I might have had a touch of the stomach flu as well, because when I unloaded – man, I unloaded.

I was losing it out of both ends.
And at the same time too!
Trust me, it’s a disgustingly neat trick.

That Saturday Night

I shouldn’t have drank as much as I did the night before. All day Saturday I felt horrible. I couldn’t keep anything down. I was constantly on the toilet. I was freezing, but yet I was sweating as if I was burning up.
I was alone and I thought that I just entered the beginning stages of death.

I needed medication; some sort of medical attention, but I was clueless. I didn’t know what to do. By late evening, I realized that my dad wasn’t coming home and so I managed to gather enough sense to get off the living room floor and check the medicine cabinet.
But soon realized that we haven’t had anything in the medicine cabinet for quite some time.

I hunted through the kitchen cabinets, looking for anything that could ease my stomach and found nothing. I went for the cabinets above the stove – nothing.

Then something happened. Through the kitchen window I saw something that caught my attention. It moved across the backyard. The backyard light wasn’t on so it was hard to see clearly. It was large, stocky and low to the ground. I immediately thought it was a dog, but then I heard the rattle of the chain-link fence as if someone (or something) was trying to climb over it. Dogs don’t climb fences…do they? I tried to take a closer look, but the backyard was almost in complete darkness.

Whatever it was – it was gone now.

Later That Night

I still had no luck on finding any relief. I felt miserable. I couldn’t eat, drink or sleep. I eventually wandered into the kitchen to take another look in the cabinets. Again, I looked in the cabinets above the stove. Nothing.

I remembered that “thing” or whatever I saw move across the backyard. I moved the curtains even more off to the side and took another look. I decided to get a better look. I walked a few steps down to the landing and opened the back door. I stood inches away from the screen door and scoped things out.

There was the garage, the boat-house, the row boat…then I saw it. The street light in the alley gave the silhouette of what looked like a small husky figure wearing a horned helmet standing on the garage roof. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like it had a beard too. Before I could make ‘heads-or-tails’ of anything, it was gone. It must have ducked towards the back of the garage roof, becoming completely out of sight.

“What the…?” I said to myself. I thought, “Did I just see what I think I saw?”

I stood quietly and tried to listen for anything out of the ordinary.
But this is East Hammond, out of the ordinary is hard to distinguish.

Whatever it was, there was something definitely standing on the garage roof. Watching my toes, I quickly closed and locked the backdoor and ran back upstairs. I went to the back bedroom (which I called the “Red, White & Blue Room” for obvious reasons) and looked out the window which faced the backyard. Through this window, I had a better view of the garage roof, which I saw nothing.

Once again, whatever it was – it was gone now.

Sunday Morningcold-156666_1280

I still felt like crap Sunday morning. This was no hangover, I knew then that I was officially sick. I hardly slept because I kept tossing & turning. Not only because I wasn’t feeling well, but the thought of that ‘whatever-it-was’ on the roof really bothered me.

I know I saw a horned helmet.
I just know it.

I laid in bed and watched the sun rise and shine through the sides of the window shades. I finally got out of bed. It was 1 PM.

Yep, I’m sick.

Perfect. And I’ve got summer school the next day. Well, I might as well start the day.

I wore my sweat pants and a Hammond High School sweatshirt. I wandered out of my room and into the kitchen. I looked out the and noticed that the chain-link fence had been damaged. I pulled up my hood and got myself ready to go outside.

As I stood and looked at the fence I noticed that something had bent the chain link. It looked as if something heavy and/or strong climbed over the fence bending it all to hell.

My dad was going to be pissed.

Just when I was about to head back inside, I noticed a rather large boot print in the dirt/grass. This boot print (and several others) had tore up the grass as if someone were running through the yard. These prints were as long as mine, but were much wider.

My suspicions that I saw someone on the roof grew stronger.
Something wasn’t right.

Later that evening I spoke to Lisa and Brandy. They happen to be out-and-about with their friend Micky. I told them how sick I was, had nothing to treat it with and that I had school the next day. I wanted them to feel sorry for me – and it worked. They went to the drug store, bought me a BUNCH of stuff.
I didn’t tell them about what was going in the backyard, I figured I’d keep this to myself…for now.

Before bed, I loaded up on some over-the-counter medication and went to bed. My bedroom was at the front of the house, closer to the front yard. I slept with the side window slightly open. The sound coming from the traffic on Calumet Avenue I found soothing.

Not even fifteen (15) minutes in, I heard the chain link fence being rattled.
Once again, it sounded as if someone was trying to climb over it.
I mean, I heard it plain as day. But I just laid there with my eyes open and feeling heavy; listening to the clank and the rustle of the chain link fence. I didn’t care.

That’s because the NyQuil gel-caps I swallowed with a couple of chugs from the NyQuil bottle made it so that I was in no condition to go and investigate.

Good night, NyQuil.

In the END

I never found out what it REALLY was that was running around in the backyard. My dad never said anything about the fence being damaged when he came home a few days later. I wasn’t really sure if I should tell anyone…so I didn’t.

That is – until now.

The War Dwarf

I’ve wanted a war hammer ever since.

2014 in review

Posted: January 5, 2015 in Getting FREE Stuff

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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

Numerophobia

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

elevator-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

Quintaphobia

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

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.

Octophobia

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

Neunophobia(?)

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

Triskaidekaphobi

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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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.


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. 
WASHINGTON POST

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 should be looked 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.
CNN

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.

One Year Later

As usual, no solid evidence has been discovered to the whereabouts of Flight MH370. However, (also as usual) new evidence has been recovered that makes this even more of mystery.

The Blackbox

Every plane has one. If you’re not sure what a “blackbox” is, it’s simple to understand.
The blackbox is a recorder. Period.
It records EVERYTHING that the plane is doing.
Speed, altitude, temperature, direction, &c.
Everything.

A mystery within a mystery.

Shit just got real.

Not sure how the world (mainstream media) is going to take this. Sounds a little fishy.

It seems the blackbox aboard Flight MH370 was giving out signals back in 2014, according to Tony Abbott.

However, that can’t be possible. You see, according to official reporting, the battery that made the blackbox function has been expired since 2012.

What signal was Tony Abbott receiving?

This is making my “alien abduction” theory a little more possible.

 


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?

Yes.

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.
Whatever.

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

Totally True, but Extremely Exaggerated Tales:
Clowns in the Woods

by James Timothy Peters

I have never spoke of this – until now.

It was an unusually warm morning in late November back in 1982. I know this because I remember wearing all camouflage as I rode my bike to the Cook County Forest Preserve located in Calumet City, Illinois. The forest was only a few blocks from my house; straight down State Line Road.

I’ve played in these woods for as long as I can remember. It never got old, even by myself I was able to occupy myself. Building tree swings, forts and even traps kept me busy for hours on end.

State Line Road separated Illinois and Indiana

State Line Road separates Illinois and Indiana

As I rode up onto the trail from State Line Road I looked for a spot where I could stash and hide my bike. The high grass and tall brush made it easy to conceal.

I had school the next day, so I better get as much in as possible.
Whatever that may have been was yet to be determined but I had all day to think about it.

However, I didn’t get to think that much about what I was going to do, because the oddest thing happened.

I saw three men walking about through the woods. The big guy was dressed in overalls without a shirt, the small skinny guy was dressed in black and wearing a hoodie. The third guy, and obviously the leader , was dressed in an arm-less suit. His arms were muscular and he carried a suitcase…but that’s not the odd part.

The odd part was that they all had clown heads.

Just having the head of a clown without the whole attire looks a little disturbing – to say the least.

I noticed three men dressed as clowns walking through the Cook County Forest Preserve in Calumet City, IL

I noticed three men dressed as clowns walking through the Cook County Forest Preserve in Calumet City, IL

This was so strange to me and yet, very scary at the same time. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Luckily, none of the three noticed me.

But then I saw a small boy. He wasn’t anybody that I knew, he couldn’t have been any older than me. Then I saw that the guy with the suitcase was holding his hand and leading him down the trail.

The small boy looked scared and very uncomfortable and was slowly followed by the other two men dressed as clowns. I could hear the guy with the suitcase talking to the little boy as he sternly looked forward, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

I wondered what they were doing with this little boy. Just before they walked out from my view, the little boy and I noticed each other. I have to admit that it did startle me at first and I thought about running away; but decided to stay where I was instead. I feared that the little boy would say something and give me away…but he didn’t.

He looked at me as if he hoped that I would say something…but I didn’t.

Honestly, I was scared. I was scared that these men(?) would do to me what they were going to do to that little boy.

I gave it a few minutes before I decided to crawl out of hiding and quietly drag my bike from the tangled weeds. As I slowly crept to the forest trail, I cautiously peeked out from a bush to see how far down the clowns were with the little boy.

I could see them.
They were way down the forest trail.
I didn’t think I’d get a better opportunity for an escape, so I  jumped on my bike as fast as I could and rode out of there as fast as my legs could pedal.

I don’t know why, but something told me to turn around to see what they were doing.
When I did, it looked as though I brought attention to myself, because all I remember is seeing that hooded clown looking straight back at me causing me to wreck.

And let me tell you…when I noticed that hooded clown taking a few steps towards my direction, I swear, I’ve never gotten up and jumped on a bike so fast in my life – not like I did that day.

I've never spoke of this until now.

I’ve never spoke of these clowns in the woods until now

I took off. I didn’t stop pedaling like a maniac down State Line Road until I got to my block – good old Detroit Street in Hammond, Indiana. Well, that’s what I remember anyway.

I parked my bike in the garage and made sure I wasn’t followed. When I felt that the coast was clear I darted out for the house. When I got through the back door I quickly slammed the door shut. My heart rate was just starting to come down.

I stayed in the house for the rest of the day. I thought about what I saw and wondered if I should say something, but I never did.

I thought about all the next day as well, especially at school. Debating in my head, whether or not if I should tell someone, but again…I never did.

It really bothered me that day at school. I guess I seemed distant to my friends because some would come up and asked me if  “everything was okay?”

I told them that I just wasn’t feeling well and that I’d be fine. But the truth was that I really wasn’t feeling well. The sense of guilt consumed me.

I felt ashamed. Ashamed that I didn’t speak up for that little boy or said anything to anybody.

I never found out what happened to that kid and nobody ever spoke of it – nobody said a word. Nothing on the news or the newspapers. It was like it never happened.

But it did.
I was there.

But now I can’t help but wonder…what if?

I have never spoke of this – until now.

Aside  —  Posted: December 1, 2013 in True to Life
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