Oh boy.
Got fat. Parents got divorced a second time. Got skinny. Mom came out as a lesbian. Moved around to 2 middle schools, 3 high schools, 1 university and 2 colleges. Started skateboarding & quit skateboarding twice. Miraculously survived a Jeep rollover @ 70MPH. Almost squashed by freight trains at full speed twice. Run from police countless times. Started a bonfire between the Old 4th Ward and downtown that resulted in the area being swarmed with police. Same place as bonfire, had a graffiti beef fight that ended up 6 (our side) vs. ~40. Of the ~40 they brought, only 2 were willing to fight. Both were on the ground in less than two minutes. Soon after, police swarmed the area again. We got away, about 2-3 of them IIRC were arrested, the rest got away. Sat in the same spot as the bonfire, on LSD, questioning my sanity for 6 hours one night. Squirrels chattering sound scary in situations like that. Two serious relationships, countless others that I could forget. My friend's little brother was murdered by my other friend. It was a drive-by retaliation against friend #1, who is in jail for armed robbery until 2014. Second friend was unaware he was in jail. An acquaintance went to jail for shooting his ex-wife's boyfriend, who beat his 5-year-old son up (justified IMO). Got to hear somebody shot to death underneath the balcony of my friend's 2nd floor apartment. 5 bangs I'll never forget. A week later someone else was shot in the breezeway between the apartments, my friend walked out and watched the man die as the EMTs worked on him. He hasn't been the same. Guy had tried to rob someone and they retaliated. Once when I was desperate for money my friend and I robbed a swim & tennis club in the middle of the night in a rich part of town. The next night we hit another one, only before we could get in the main building the police showed up. I managed to climb a 10-foot fence in the blink of an eye only to snag my jeans on the top. I ripped them out, gashing my leg slightly-sub-butt-cheek in the process. I had to hide in the woods for two hours before I could get back to my car.
That was all up before my 20th birthday. I'm 21 now. Since then I've quit smoking cigarettes and stop doing all drugs - as of pretty much exactly a year. I still drink, although much less. There's tons I've left out, tons you guys don't want to hear, and tons I can't remember. I now work a full-time desk job at a small startup here in atlanta. They aren't very IT savvy, so I've been doing random IT ---- for them. I mostly answer the phones. Oh well. It's money.
I guess if I died tomorrow I would have led an interesting life? If a meaningless one.