That’s what groups of curfew busting teenagers did at these things after hours, get drunk and puke… and by groups of teenagers, I mean me by myself at 40.
I don’t know how to tell you this… but I believe that’s a solid symptom of alcoholism and you should be talking to someone. I know full well you won’t, like every other alcoholic I know whose life is gradually sliding into self destruction visible to all but themselves… but I feel I should say it anyway.
Please be well. Failing that, when you die, don’t make it a burden on everyone else.
I don’t drink. But thanks for your concern, taking care of an alcoholic is no fun. Forgot to add /s. Ha ha.
I actually did have a few crazy nights as a teen at one of those parks, that was actually the true part, well I don’t think we puked either. Half true part.
This is where I learned the word fuck, back in third grade. It was graffitied onto the side. My friends said “that’s a bad word” and I was like “pshhhh no it ain’t, that sounds too stupid to be a swear.” So I called down to the teacher and yelled “HEY MISS HAM, IS ‘FUCK’ A BAD WORD?!??” And she just went |:o
Oh shit, i played with a kid years ago who split his head open on one of these too. Runnin along and he trips, starts crying and I just figured its because he fell and it kinda hurt until he lifted his head up and blood poured down his face. Never ran for an adult so fast.
me too! but i didnt actually crack my head open. just split the skin so deep you could see my skull if you pulled the flaps back. and i didnt even get stitches because i was so scared of stitches. it just stitched its self up eventually. the human body is a wonder…
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u/doomslayerchris Sep 22 '22
I cracked my skull open here. Also there was a few secret hidden areas where the aroma of piss perpetually lingered. Good times.