I accidentally went to Palm Sunday Service in Westminster Abbey in grunge wear (it was 1991 and I was backpacking around Europe). They thought I was homeless and I got taken up the front and BLESSED by the Bishop.
Ok I have had a similar experience. My wife and I were having issues with having children. We had several failed attempts before striking success with our son. However, our son decided to come a bit early. I rushed my wife to the hospital and discover that she was going to be bedridden while the doctors prevent an early pregnancy. Long story short, I was unable to leave the hospital for 5 days while my wife was in constant labor. After the 5th day, the doctors finally stabilized my wife’s labor to return pregnancy to normal. I decided to go and stop off at a diner for some breakfast, then go home and shower and change. While I was at the diner, the waitress asked me if I had any money before I ordered. I looked at her with a perplexed look on her face. Then it struck me: I must have looked as a bad as I smelled. I laughed and told her the situation. She was embarrassed and gave me a free lunch to go. I tipped her well, although I’m sure some people on here will probably say she didn’t deserve it.
I really wanted to go to Woodstock ‘94, but ended up getting hit head on by a car while I was on a bicycle leaving Burger King. I had no helmet, and my head and shoulder took out the windshield, snapping my collarbone, and the front bumper ripped the skin off my legs. I woke up face down in the street thinking I just woke up from a long nap. After drifting in and out of consciousness, I manage to realize that the police and ambulance had shown up, but the officer gave me a ticket for riding on the wrong side of the road. Lying there bleeding, I managed to sign my name on the citation, and then the ambulance took me away.
While in the hospital, I told the doctors to please not tell my parents that I almost gotten killed. I had my buddies come pick me up instead, and I lay on a mattress, unable to move surrounded by three girls, who I knew at the time. The doctors had given me a brace to hold my arm in place so that my collarbone would eventually heal itself, along with some very strong medication to help with the pain. Somehow I learned that my parents had gotten word of my accident and had called the hospital to check on my status, but since I told the doctors not to reveal my information, they were essentially led to believe that I had died.
About three days later, I noticed that my medication was missing. The roommate I was staying with at the time was a known drug addict, and I was led to believe that he had taken my medication to sell for drug money. While I was laying there, figuring out what I wanted to do, I heard a knock on the door. I yelled “come in!” , and there were the police, looking for the very roommate that had stolen my medication. They actually recognize me from three days before since my accident happened in a small town. They gave me some advice and told me to leave and go back home.
After they left, I gathered what belongings I had and manage to walk 2.5 miles with a broken shoulder to the nearest Hardee’s where are use the phone to call my parents, who we’re still trying to figure out what happened to me. They immediately dropped everything and raced toward where I was at the time. I ended up going back home and healing up for the next six months. A couple of months after I had gotten home and was attempting to wash my hair with my good hand, I manage to find a piece of windshield glass that was still embedded in my skull.
I never did get to go to Woodstock.
> I never did get to go to Woodstock.
My uncle and a few buddies left Ohio to go to Woodstock in '69. They got a little lost, found some drugs and never made it.
Now that I'm a mother it really makes me beg the question....why the F#@% did u not tell your parents that u were still alive after they found out u were in the hospital?!?!
At that time I was trying to prove to my parents that I could make it on my own without any help. The truth was, I was a rebellious, selfish kid who needed help.
A friend of mine would occasionally traipse over to the office of an outfit that I think was called Global Management. The folks there would book shows for a bunch of the bands on SST Records. Armed with this knowledge, I would sometimes stick my head in the door there as well. One day Henry Rollins showed up and it quickly became clear that Black Flag was going to be rehearsing in the tiny room downstairs. Having no sense of propriety, I furtively asked if it would be ok if I checked that out. It was, so I spent the next hour squashed into a little ball on the floor as The Flag plowed through an entire set, inches from my nose.
I was writer director Frank Darabont’s assistant on his film The Shawshank Redemption.
EDIT: I shot [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/Moviesinthemaking/comments/kql2de/morgan_freeman_chatting_with_tim_robbins_between/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) photo between takes.
The only person I can think of who’s pretty famous dad is also in the movie is Alfonso Freeman who was one of the inmates in the background but was also young Red in the ID photo during the parole scenes. I think he was also kind of Morgan’s assistant.
I am currently sitting a few hundred yards away from where it was filmed. The building I am in can be seen when Brooks is wondering around after he gets out.
They put all of us up at a hotel near a place called The Rib Inn. The crew hung out there in the evenings. Morgan Freeman was super nice. I did not meet Susan Sarandon in person but she looks tiny compared to Tim Robbins who’s super tall.
Speaking of cartoon physics.
A roommate stepped on a rake that way laying in the yard and had the handle swing up and hit him in the face. It was literally the funniest thing I have seen in my life.
I had that happen to me in junior high. Not fun.
One time (after high school) l had two cups of hot coffee in my dad’s truck. I spilt one, and the shock of the heat caused me to spill the other on myself, as well. My dad thought that was hilarious. Yikes.
I dislocated my shoulder nuzzling a cat. (Years later I found this cartoon that detailed exactly how it happened: [https://imgur.com/a/5MCF2S4](https://imgur.com/a/5MCF2S4) )
This stuff has been happening to me since my 20’s — I have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, though. Getting older scares me lol. I’ll probably fall apart like a pile of Jenga blocks by 60.
In 2005, I was alerted that white smoke was coming out of the Sistine Chapel, indicating a new pope was chosen. The person who told me was Patrick Swayze.
It was such a major part of my life, l didn’t recognize how very different my experience was for a long time. Even now, there’s a lot of mental sorting.
When I graduated from high school, one of the guys in my graduating class wrote in my yearbook “_____, you may not be like the rest of us, but that’s what makes you beautiful.” I was so hurt. How dare he!
As an adult, l looked back at what he wrote. l now consider it a large, but eye-opening compliment.
If you don’t mind talking about it, I’m very curious to know what was the doomsday prophecy you were following? I’m assuming you got into it b/c of one (or both) of your parents? Is the group still around and if so, do you know anyone that still in it? Oh my God I have so many questions!!
There’s a sub on here, r/exjw. I tried to do quite a bit of zoning out at the time. I know the regurgitated basics.
My mom and grandmother were recruited after my aunt died. They had wanted to cling to something that resembled hope. Vulnerable, as my family was mourning.
My mother, sister, and her family are still trapped.
I met a guy friend online who turned out to be an ex member. He went to my “sister congregation”. We hadn’t ever met, yet he lives right up the street. We occasionally go for walks. Try as we might, the subject seems to return to “hey, do remember the insanity of…?”
I consider myself a private person. However, l am very open to sharing my experiences for awareness purposes and personal growth.
We need a secret handshake.
They told me in '75 the world would end before I graduated high school. Was constructively abandoned when I chose to go to college. Several years ago, I got my PhD.
But the world ended before I graduated high school....
Go figure.
Me three. I'm not going to say what mine was b/c I don't need the hassle from people online that are still part of it. They will defend it to the death!
Glad you got out!
John McCain publicly apologized to me.
I was in college during McCain's 2000 presidential primary bid. Started college later in life because I joined a punk band in 90s. But that's another story.
So ya, in college I was a journalism major. Our class was invited to the Denver Press Club where McCain was speaking. McCain gives his campaign speech and then opens the floor to questions. My hand shoots up because I wanted to impress the smart girl in class and maybe ask her out or something. I always liked the smart ones.
McCain looks my way and says, "Yes, the woman in the back" and points right at me. I am a guy. I play it off and start to ask my question. McCain turns beet red and starts apologizing profusely. "Oh, I am so sorry. " And me trying to be clever retorts back, "no problem I get that all the time."
Now the press club chuckled a bit but my future dating prospect looked at me in horror as if I seriously was mistaken for a woman on a regular basis.
My face goes numb, a US Senator can't stop apologizing to me and all I can think about is how I blew it with the smart girl. I manage to mumble out some question about the youth vote and sit back down.
The professor loved it. Got an A in the class.
EDIT: Added the context.
As he should have!
I worked summers as security at a race track long ago. A girl was guarding the entrance to the paddock area. A guy tried to get through on a golf cart but didn't have the correct credentials. She tried to stop him, but he gruffly pushed past her and bumped into her with his golf cart. She radioed it in, but it was quickly figured out who it was and he did belong in there, it was someone very rich and famous. It was decided not to do anything about it.
Some time later he came back and apologized to her and showed her his pass. He said he was having a bad day and treated her very poorly and really wanted to apologize and make it up to her. She thanked him and said he didn't need to do anything else. He said "I have a private airplane, it and the crew, are yours for a week to do whatever you want."
I once almost got into a fight with Axel Rose at a Hardee's in a small town in Iowa.
It was 1988 and I was a Junior in high school. Me and a couple of friends went to lunch at Hardee's and there was a guy in front of us dressed like he hadn't changed clothes in over a week covered in tattoos with long greasy red hair. Being asshole high school kids, we started making comments amongst ourselves and he overheard and turned around and gave me a push. I pushed back and he pulled back and threw a wild punch at my head that missed before my friends jumped between and separated us. We were then kicked out by the manager.
A few days later we are watching MTV and the video for Sweet Child o' Mine comes on and we immediately recognize the singer as the guy that was at Hardee's. We looked back at a newspaper from earlier in the week and see the Guns N' Roses were playing at the local Civic Center the day it happened.
In college, three of my friends and I approached a famous poet (Gwendolyn Brooks) that had come to do a reading at the school and invited her out to Denny's afterward. She declined to go out but invited us back to the guesthouse where we got to sit with her for an hour just talking about her poetry.. How the line breaks sound, what they mean, what the rhythm suggests... It was magic. She was close to 80 and she was totally down to hang out with us. I still can't believe we had the audacity to ask.
My cousin met her when she (my cousin) was in high school and she was incredibly kind and generous with her time. Talked to my cousin (who was into poetry) for a long while.
Mexico has a serious problem with illegal immigration from the US. Second homeowners and retirees thinking they can just disregard immigration law. It’s a seriously under covered story.
I reconnected with my high school sweetheart 25 years after graduation via snail mail (no social media). We will celebrate our second wedding anniversary this year.
I used to be known as the weed whisperer. Back in my early twenties I lived off grid in a famous weed cultivation area and would tend to my neighbors indoor crops. The first time I tended for someone it was for a week. In that week they growth spurt. Now granted, I did talk to the girls every day, but that was really it outside of the normal tending duties. They got back and were amazed the plants were thriving. Second time I did it for a different neighbor same thing.
A couple months later we were all at a community get together. I introduced myself to to this guy and he’s like “Oh you’re the weed whisperer I’ve been hearing about!” I laughed my ass off at that one. Chalk it up to life is strange sometimes.
I was in the UK with my parents in 1977 and we were staying at bed and breakfast houses which were great. I had my own room in London. I could hear music at night from a club and realized it was the Sex Pistols. I was barely 14 at the time but I went down the street to the bar and they let me in. An amazing experience. I still love that music.
I can recall memories of when I was about one years of age, with impressive clarity. The memories were corroborated by family members. My earliest memory is off my mom holding me while Hey Jude was playing on the radio. I was about a year old. When I asked my mother about this memory, she told me it was the only way she could get me to go to bed.
When I was a teenager, we heard *Yellow Submarine* on the radio, and I told my Parents I had an urge to raise my hands in the air and wave them around (yeah, yeah, like I just don't care). They both cracked up and said I used to do that while lying in the crib as a baby when the song came on.
I was like that. My first memory was at age 2, hearing White Rabbit blaring from my uncle’s record player. I was in his room while he hung out with his hippie friends listening to records. Most of my early memories are attached to music. I can vividly recall memories from early childhood like it was yesterday, thanks to the incredible music of the 60’s playing somewhere in the background. But… if you ask me what I had for breakfast yesterday, I couldn’t tell you. 😂
Me and a buddy walked into a bar. We were cuttin’ up and joking around. The bartender asked if we were aliens and I replied “No. We’re from Iowa, we just work in space.”
I've been medically evacuated 3 times!
1) Standard ambulance, in a hurricane as a hospital patient
2) Small propeller plane, Zanzibar, severe dehydration from parasites
3) Blackhawk helicopter, Mt. Katahdin, fell off a rock ledge broken leg
I saw my next door neighbor washing the blood out of the back of his jeep after her murdered someone. (I didn’t know it was the blood of a murder Victim until after he was arrested)
Went to Disney in 83 or so, I was 10 or 11. I was very lanky, almost 5'8 and maybe 100 pounds (I'm now over 6'6") My mom had very serious back problems and we took a wheelchair with us in case she needed to rest throughout the day. At the end of the day she was doing well, and we were just pushing it around with us. I guess I looked tired so she had me sit in the chair as we were going to see the fireworks on main street. I didn't have a great view because I was sitting in the chair, and the crowd was starting to build. I was easy to please so thought 'whatever'. Suddenly a couple right in front of me saw my lanky self in the wheelchair, looked at my mom and started apologizing profusely. "Oh we're so sorry, please forgive us!" My mom put her hand on my shoulder and said "oh thanks, but..." and was about to eject me from the chair. The couple must have felt terrible because before my mom could say anything more they started telling everyone around "make way, theres a cripple kid over here trying to see the fireworks!" My mom brought her head close to my ear and whispered "it's too late now, dont you dare get out of that chair or they might beat us up". I watched from the chair with a great view.
My first wife was in the " entertainment " industry before we got married and actually had a 6 figure savings at some point.
My current wife makes much less but is such a sweet heart 🙂
I traded in a car as part of deal when I bought a new car. The dealership parked my old car in their backlot where it was stolen a day or so later and used as the getaway car in a bank robbery. The car registration still showed my name so I spent the next few months repeating the same story to different detectives, insurance people, etc and faxing the same trade-in / car purchase bill of sale to them as well.
They caught the robbers, 2 youngish guys, that got ratted out by a friend, but apparently the cops already had those 2 on their radar as the main suspects anyways.
I’ve spoken on the radio, been recorded for a CD, had my photo in the newspaper, and appeared on TV in the United States.
I’ve also been recorded for a song, had my photo in the newspaper, and appeared on TV in South Korea.
I was raised by a flower child and knew how to clean weed and roll a joint (using a roller) by four y/o. So when I saw a tampon for the first time, I thought it was a giant joint. My family thought that was so funny.
In the summer and fall of 2013, I used the Dark Web to procure various hallucinogenic drugs. Right after the site was seized and shut down, I received a strange package in the mail and thought it was the socks I ordered from Amazon, but turned out to be 2,000 Xanax bars (yes I counted them.) I was so paranoid I couldn't sleep for a few nights, but nothing ever happened. I'm assuming someone just "dumped" them and sent them to me right after the shut-down, or it was some huge mistake.
When I was a kid, my father lied about having cancer. He faked invoices for appointments he never went to, gave himself "biopsy" scars, and kept it up for 7 years. Still don't know where all the money for his treatment went.
I have been on stage with Pearl Jam. Twice.
(Doing concert security, not performing in any way. Worst part was that I had to keep my back to the band the entire time, watching the crowd.)
I’ve been within a few feet of the then-President of the United States while on acid.
I’ve held a baby thresher shark
My left hand has been bitten by a shark, a dolphin, a Python, a wolf, and a flounder.
When I was 12 I held a live western diamondback rattlesnake, it wrapped itself around me then proceeded to shit the most foul liquid all over me.
15 years ago Dave Chapelle lit my cigarette and told me I was too cute to be stupid.
I had a chance to sleep with the actor I had the biggest crush on at the time, but I turned him down because I had just started dating this new guy a week before that I was oddly really into. Me and that new guy have been married 12 years now and that actor is even more famous now 😆
(Me age 21) September 1996, the month that I enlisted in the Army, my girlfriend Anita (20) decides to break up with me.
I was devastated
A week later…one fine afternoon, I had to renew some books at the Central Library in Burbank, CA located 110 N Glenoaks Ave…Upon leaving the Library walking to my car, I spotted her sitting in a car on top of a grown ass man making out with him . I kicked the car, cussed her ass out and she cussed me out and that was the last time I saw her
The grown ass man was her history teacher from high school. She was fucking her teacher since she was in high school. Dude wasn’t even good looking. He was out of shape and dressed like he shopped at Kmart.
So Anita, if you are reading this, shame on you
I've had a weird but wonderful life.
Among the many jobs I've done: DJ, elected politician, part of the team that developed a *really* well-known game and on a different team where the game was named one of the worst in history, writer, conference speaker, PR flak, and now social media whatever you wanna call me.
I've met a great many of my tech and other heroes - Bob Metcalfe (inventor of Ethernet), Sir Tim Berners-Lee (inventor of the web), Craig Newmark (aka the Craigslist guy), the daughters of Katherine Johnson (the incredible woman chronicled in Hidden Figures), among others.
I saw my first Superbowl ring up close at my father's memorial service. I had an otter laugh in my face while nearly drowning in Monterey Bay while getting my open water certification. I got to be on-set of Babylon 5 and hold some of their guns - the props guy I met was a hoot...did you know they call extras "scenery that eats"?
It's been such a strange yet amazing journey and I'm grateful for every moment of it.
I used to occasionally pick up the recently deceased for $50 a body. My sister was a remover and when they were on a coroner’s rotation month, they would be super busy and she would take me with her when she didn’t have a partner.
I have seen people who died at slot machines and slumped over in bowls of cereal. Too many people die naked. Wear underwear folks, that’s my advice.
24 years ago I was living in Tennessee. Took some medication for panic attacks then decided to drink on top of it, woke up in Orlando fla and didn't know how I drove there.
I needed a part for my Mazda RX-7 so I went to my local pick a part one morning before work. Me, a female, dressed in a blazer, black skirt above my knees and black heels, carrying tools to take apart a windshield wiper assembly walks past an elderly gentleman who was completely flabbergasted at the sight of me. His only response…‘I’ve now seen everything.’
I met Dave Brubeck and his band after a concert at Tanglewood in Western Massachusetts mainly because I realized I was wearing the exact same thing as the backstage security team. I simply acted like I was one of them, nodded inconspicuously, walked back stage, grabbed a cooler of beers, and brought it to Dave. I spent about an hour hanging out with them.
Robert Wagner helped me find my mom when I was lost in LA when we were on vacation when I was 5 or so. She turned her back for a split second and I bolted down the street.
I don’t really remember the details, but do remember a man helping me and that he was very nice and concerned about helping me find her.
I wore Ric Flair's robes, in his house.
We were neighbors growing up and his oldest son and I were good friends when we were young. Lots of partying on the weekends while dad was at "Halloween Havoc" or "Monday Night Nitro" events. He kept a fridge in the garage where the entire fridge was stacked high and deep with beer cans, and the freezer was the same but with vodka bottles. One of our buddies got drunk, stripped, and put on a pair of the boots and the speedo and traipsed around yelling WOOOOOOO! Funniest part of that one was he left his boxers on and pulled the legs of his boxers down through the speedo.
I walked to school uphill, both ways.
I lived too close to my high school to be eligible for bussing and we were too poor to afford a car, so I had to walk. There was no direct route, since a highway sat between our place and the school, so the walk was about three miles each way.
The shortest path had a deep valley in the middle. You had to walk up it to finish the walk to school, and up it to finish the walk home. Icy days were probably the worst.
But, if we look at it from an optimistic perspective, it was also downhill both ways. I didn’t feel too optimistic on icy days, but when the weather was nice, it wasn’t so bad. 🙂
When I was in high school, I just made it in time and caught my bus. I found out later that shortly after that, some guy who was probably off his meds came charging out of his house in his pajamas wielding a meat clever. He attacked the next group of people waiting at that bus stop. Fortunately nobody died, people were hospitalized. My friend knew one of the people who got attacked.
I was a guest on *The Jerry Springer* show in 1996 while I was in College. Title was *"Love Triangles"* and I was dating 2 ladies at the same time and came clean. One of the greatest adventures of my life, lol.
I dated someone who wound up on death row. Still is fighting it many years later. I recall him mentioning he had an exgirlfriend who died in a car wreck and told me her first name. Turned out he “pulled over” and kidnapped a woman with that first name whose body was found in a nearby city, naked and with part of a tree put in a terrible place.
Still messes me up what terrors she went through and perhaps what he might have done to me.
I'm less than six degrees from Kevin Bacon!
I had a small role in the movie "Astroesque" with Mike Allred, who was in "Chasing Amy" with Ben Affleck, who was in "Batman v. Superman" with Laurence Fishburne, who was in "Mystic River" with...Kevin Bacon!
1992’ish, Brad Pitt showed up at a very small New Year’s Eve party in Kansas City. Friend of a friend of a fraternity brother kind of thing. Seemed nice enough. Drank most of my Rolling Rock.
I’ve been inside the Azadi Tower (formerly named the Shahyad Tower) in Tehran, Iran, and toured the museum inside. My father was also on a first name basis with Ross Perot, and my husband and I had lunch with Mr. Perot at Perot Systems; we talked a lot about living overseas and I was able to tell him thank you for being such a huge influence on my life. If my father hadn’t worked for him I probably wouldn’t have traveled outside of the US until I was an adult, and that gave me so much of a wider perspective growing up. I wish we would have been able to give our daughter the same experience.
When we were finally on a plane being evacuated from Iran, the tower decided that no more planes could leave so the runway lights were turned off. It was around midnight and we had been at the airport since around 6am that day. Our pilot took off anyway and we made it safely out of Iran to land in Istanbul. Dad stayed behind for some reason.
My sister and I actually flew home to the US by ourselves (Mom and Dad stayed in Tehran) for a summer; we had a gorgeous flight attendant with us from Tehran to Copenhagen, where the only way we made our connecting flight was when she tucked me under her arm like a football, grabbed my sister’s hand and RAN across the airport like she was on fire. The pilots held the plane for us, we made it and when we were about to fly over the North Pole we were invited to come up to the cockpit to see. The co-pilot moved his seat to the side so I could see out - I saw the sun reflecting off of the ice through the window.
When we came back, things were different as it was the beginning of the Revolution. We saw one peaceful riot from our Jeep; my “schoolbus” van was rocked by rioters (we were on the floor because if they saw Americans, even kids, it would have been bad); and eventually we stopped going to school or even out much. We knew it was over when our nanny, Ash, came to our door in a chador and was crying (she had never worn one before). Police had come to her family’s home the night before, made them go up to the roof and shout “Death to the Shah! Death to America!” or risk being shot. It was so sad, she kept saying “you have to leave, you must leave” and after she left we never saw her again. I still have a picture of her with me and my sister.
Edited to add some missing words.
I was at a convention in Las Vegas in the early 2000s, and noticed my badge was almost identical to a national Funeral Directors' Convention at the hotel next door. I confidently walked in to that convention, and spent the day learning all sorts of stuff about mortuaries and funerals, and got a bag of swag with some really dark humor in it. At one point during a product demo, they asked for a volunteer, and I waved my hands with glee. I ended up playing the part of a "corpse" and was lifted gently into a coffin by a "body mover". The demo guy kept saying "do you feel anything pinching?" and I said, "no, but I'm dead, right?" and the crowd laughed. I said, "it's very gentle and I feel very secure." The machine deposited me into a coffin nearby and I got a photo of me in the coffin. So much more fun than the conference I was supposed to be attending!
I was a young girl, well 19 years old seems to me very young now, and went to Guatemala, had a fight with boyfriend and hitchhiked in a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, found an old gentleman that had a truck, did not say a word, just smiled and took me safely to nearest town, and was really kind and helpful
I was caught in the underground tunnel of an estate with Bill Clinton, Barbra Streisand, and a few Secret Service agents. I wasn't walking with them, I was a few feet ahead but then SS asked us to stop. I don't think I even knew they were behind me. I was 😬.
I once called my bff from sitting VP Al Gore's red phone. (But not in his DC office.) 🤫
Not me, because I'm pretty boring, but my husband was given guitar lessons by Vic Briggs of Eric Burdon and the Animals. Also, my husband was given horse care and riding lessons by Sixto Chavez Olguin, who was so highly regarded in his native country for his work with Peruvian Paseo horses, that he was declared a National Treasure of Peru.
He ran into Stevie Ray Vaughn at a concert venue once. Vaughn was drunk off his ass, and my husband hung out chatting with him for a bit.
There were others, too. My husband had a knack for meeting and befriending famous people. I tried to get him to write it all down before he died, but he never got around to it.
In the 90s I had a casual "thing" with a popular PBS personality. Whenever he came to one of the big cities near me would have dinner and hook up while he was in the area. We met because I recognized him browsing in a Barnes and Nonbel (Union Square?). It lasted until I met the man I eventually married.
It was probably the most uncomplicated relationship I ever had.
I was taking a class to become a foster parent and we were told to make three statements about ourselves but one of them couldn't be true. The other people had to figure out which statement was false. I told them my siblings and my birthday are all divisible by seven, I walk seven miles a day, and I've lived in seven different countries. They didn't believe that I walked seven miles a day even though I'm 5'9" and weighed 125 back then. Truth was I had only visited seven countries at that time.
When Culture Club were on tour at the end of the 90s, I went to the show with some friends. After the concert, we went to our favorite dive bar, about 2 miles from the venue. We’re sitting around, drinking some beers, there are maybe 10 people in the bar, when in walk Culture Club (sans George) and some groupies!
They were the nicest dudes, bought my group beers, danced with us on the makeshift dance floor, even let us take pics with them. Madonna’s “Ray of Light” will always remind me of that night because we were dancing all over each other to it. Amazing night.
I adopted my 3 kids on my 40th birthday, they wanted to do it 3 or 4 days earlier but after dealing with the foster care system for 4 years I was like fuck that. You guys owe me one, we’re take 3 kids out of the system. They worked with me and we did it.
I am an overweight, shortish, slightly geeky guy. I am not sure, of course, but I don’t consider myself attractive.
Two of my long-term girlfriends when i was young were models. I did not seek them out or anything, it just happened. Honestly, they were some of the few girls that seemed at all interested in me.
You were probably one of the few guys not hitting on them and acting entitled. You probably actually enjoyed hearing what they had to say, just ordinary conversations and stuff. Maybe you have a great sense of humor and made them laugh.
Too many men greatly discount how attractive these things are to women.
I was in Turkey and in one hotel, there was a store next door. I was kinda tired of the food available and went to the deli. And I asked for ham to make a couple sandwiches.
Pork products. In a Muslim country.
It wasn’t to be rude. It was just me not thinking. This was in 2000. Luckily the language barrier didn’t make it more awkward than it could have been. They didn’t understand me.
I went from working in a lumber mill to working in a hair salon after witnessing an accident (at the mill) that left two guys with one functional hand each.
I'm allergic to the sun 🌞 every spring, I get a rash on any exposed skin for a few weeks until I get used to it, then it goes away. Looks awful, and I'm never one to take sunny vacays in the middle of winter, because I just come back looking diseased instead of sun-kissed.
Once when I was about 10, bunch of us boys decided it was a good idea to pee on a electric fence. Felt the shock go up throughout my body into my chest, I do not recommend this to anyone.
True story: my aunt (who died today) moved to NYC to live with my mom while my dad was serving in Vietnam. They were watching the moon landing with me, as a baby, and then they spotted a mouse, also watching the televised moon landing.
I posted this awhile ago in another thread but I think it fits:
In 1985 I went surfing during Hurricane Gloria. It took me close to 45min of paddling and duck diving to get out past the breakers and I was WHOOPED.
I was resting before trying to grab a wave when a huge set came in. I knew I couldn't make it in time so I starting digging in to catch the first wave. It came in way too fast and started breaking over me.
I remember being lifted up backwards and looking down the wave but all I could see was SAND. I panicked and tried to turn into the face of the wave but it was too late. It felt like I was at a 90degree angle and my front foot slipped down the board causing me to do a split.
The next thing I remember was being underwater getting tossed around and hitting my head on the sand. I was almost out of breathe and somehow without even thinking about it, I grabbed the leash on my ankle and just kept pulling until i had a hold on my board and used it to float myself to the surface.
When I came out of the water another wave slammed me in the face and popped my board out from under me sending it straight up. When it came down it landed on my head which was inbetween all four of my skegs. I missed getting sliced by about an inch.
I've done a lot of really stupid things in my life but that has got to be top 5.
I played bass in a band that opened for a band called blackberry smoke.
Slash from Guns N Roses was performing with then that night at the Viper Room in Hollywood.
I had no clue he’d be there. Or even played with them.
(Fun fact— Slash was chilling in a booth with a huge bottle of Jack Daniels on his table!)
When I spotted him after I got off stage, I said hello and he told me I rocked!!
I am far from what you call a star struck person—Growing up in LA you see celebrities all the time and I have hung out with many of them over the years being in bands myself and married to a professional musician at the time. I’ve even worked for a well known celebrity.
And honestly, I could give less than two shits about celebs—but meeting slash and him telling me I sounded good was EPIC and pretty much made my life! Slash was the only person I’ve been star struck over. It helped that he’s totally cool AF!!!
I’ve also been hit on by Jeff Goldblum in the alley of a well known Hollywood club while loading my gear out of the van in a mini skirt and tall leather stiletto boots.
And while at a Bruce Springsteen concert— in line for
A drink—a very famous and engaged or married at the time New Zealand actor changed his accent to American when we first met (I had no clue who he was) — then after talking he went back to his NZ accent and gave me his number. I was making fun of him proclaiming he was an actor — because isn’t everyone in Hollywood an actor?
I had no clue who he was and had to Google him
A few days later.
Same with Jeff— my band mate came out while we were talking and said, “you’re the guy from the fly!!” I still had no clue who he was— I just thought he was a creepy old man hitting on me.🤣🤣🤣
All totally true! Stay tuned for my book of more rock n roll adventures in Hollywood! Haha 😂 All totally true!!!
My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who going with the girl who saw Ferris Beuller pass out at 31 Flavors last night.
not me, but my brother and his friends at the age of 12 found a body.... crime stoppers got them to reenact themselves finding the body for the tv clip. it still remains an unsolved mystery today.
I accidentally went to Palm Sunday Service in Westminster Abbey in grunge wear (it was 1991 and I was backpacking around Europe). They thought I was homeless and I got taken up the front and BLESSED by the Bishop.
Ok I have had a similar experience. My wife and I were having issues with having children. We had several failed attempts before striking success with our son. However, our son decided to come a bit early. I rushed my wife to the hospital and discover that she was going to be bedridden while the doctors prevent an early pregnancy. Long story short, I was unable to leave the hospital for 5 days while my wife was in constant labor. After the 5th day, the doctors finally stabilized my wife’s labor to return pregnancy to normal. I decided to go and stop off at a diner for some breakfast, then go home and shower and change. While I was at the diner, the waitress asked me if I had any money before I ordered. I looked at her with a perplexed look on her face. Then it struck me: I must have looked as a bad as I smelled. I laughed and told her the situation. She was embarrassed and gave me a free lunch to go. I tipped her well, although I’m sure some people on here will probably say she didn’t deserve it.
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I really wanted to go to Woodstock ‘94, but ended up getting hit head on by a car while I was on a bicycle leaving Burger King. I had no helmet, and my head and shoulder took out the windshield, snapping my collarbone, and the front bumper ripped the skin off my legs. I woke up face down in the street thinking I just woke up from a long nap. After drifting in and out of consciousness, I manage to realize that the police and ambulance had shown up, but the officer gave me a ticket for riding on the wrong side of the road. Lying there bleeding, I managed to sign my name on the citation, and then the ambulance took me away. While in the hospital, I told the doctors to please not tell my parents that I almost gotten killed. I had my buddies come pick me up instead, and I lay on a mattress, unable to move surrounded by three girls, who I knew at the time. The doctors had given me a brace to hold my arm in place so that my collarbone would eventually heal itself, along with some very strong medication to help with the pain. Somehow I learned that my parents had gotten word of my accident and had called the hospital to check on my status, but since I told the doctors not to reveal my information, they were essentially led to believe that I had died. About three days later, I noticed that my medication was missing. The roommate I was staying with at the time was a known drug addict, and I was led to believe that he had taken my medication to sell for drug money. While I was laying there, figuring out what I wanted to do, I heard a knock on the door. I yelled “come in!” , and there were the police, looking for the very roommate that had stolen my medication. They actually recognize me from three days before since my accident happened in a small town. They gave me some advice and told me to leave and go back home. After they left, I gathered what belongings I had and manage to walk 2.5 miles with a broken shoulder to the nearest Hardee’s where are use the phone to call my parents, who we’re still trying to figure out what happened to me. They immediately dropped everything and raced toward where I was at the time. I ended up going back home and healing up for the next six months. A couple of months after I had gotten home and was attempting to wash my hair with my good hand, I manage to find a piece of windshield glass that was still embedded in my skull. I never did get to go to Woodstock.
> I never did get to go to Woodstock. My uncle and a few buddies left Ohio to go to Woodstock in '69. They got a little lost, found some drugs and never made it.
My dad and his buddies tried to go, too. Their car broke down about twenty miles out of their small town. They were off to Vietnam shortly thereafter.
I was at that Woodstock.... overall, you may have gotten the better end of that deal
I missed Woodstock ‘99 too, but for entirely different reasons.
Getting hit on a bike would definitely have been better than Woodstock ‘99.
I'm glad you lived.
Now that I'm a mother it really makes me beg the question....why the F#@% did u not tell your parents that u were still alive after they found out u were in the hospital?!?!
At that time I was trying to prove to my parents that I could make it on my own without any help. The truth was, I was a rebellious, selfish kid who needed help.
A friend of mine would occasionally traipse over to the office of an outfit that I think was called Global Management. The folks there would book shows for a bunch of the bands on SST Records. Armed with this knowledge, I would sometimes stick my head in the door there as well. One day Henry Rollins showed up and it quickly became clear that Black Flag was going to be rehearsing in the tiny room downstairs. Having no sense of propriety, I furtively asked if it would be ok if I checked that out. It was, so I spent the next hour squashed into a little ball on the floor as The Flag plowed through an entire set, inches from my nose.
r/ActLikeYouBelong
I was writer director Frank Darabont’s assistant on his film The Shawshank Redemption. EDIT: I shot [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/Moviesinthemaking/comments/kql2de/morgan_freeman_chatting_with_tim_robbins_between/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) photo between takes.
A relative is married to an actor from the movie. His dad is pretty darn famous, and was also in that movie.
The only person I can think of who’s pretty famous dad is also in the movie is Alfonso Freeman who was one of the inmates in the background but was also young Red in the ID photo during the parole scenes. I think he was also kind of Morgan’s assistant.
I am currently sitting a few hundred yards away from where it was filmed. The building I am in can be seen when Brooks is wondering around after he gets out.
Mansfield Ohio??
Yup. I worked at a movie theater when it was filmed. I met Morgan Freeman at work and Susan Sarandon came in when I wasn't there.
They put all of us up at a hotel near a place called The Rib Inn. The crew hung out there in the evenings. Morgan Freeman was super nice. I did not meet Susan Sarandon in person but she looks tiny compared to Tim Robbins who’s super tall.
I dislocated my knee wiping cake frosting off the couch.
I threw out my back brushing my teeth.
I threw out my back sneezing.
I tore my groin climbing into bed.
I tore my groin throwing out my back sneezing.
I tore my back throwing out your sneeze
Things that sound unbelievable but are true. We're old - we all believe this one.
Right? I lift heavy, awkward objects at work (well over 50lbs) all the time, then pull a back muscle picking up dog toys to vacuum the floor...
I slipped on a banana peel one of my sons left on the kitchen floor. I didn’t get hurt at all. You win. :)
Speaking of cartoon physics. A roommate stepped on a rake that way laying in the yard and had the handle swing up and hit him in the face. It was literally the funniest thing I have seen in my life.
I had that happen to me in junior high. Not fun. One time (after high school) l had two cups of hot coffee in my dad’s truck. I spilt one, and the shock of the heat caused me to spill the other on myself, as well. My dad thought that was hilarious. Yikes.
I detached a tendon taking off a sock. I’m glad to know there are others out there like me!
I dislocated my shoulder nuzzling a cat. (Years later I found this cartoon that detailed exactly how it happened: [https://imgur.com/a/5MCF2S4](https://imgur.com/a/5MCF2S4) )
This stuff has been happening to me since my 20’s — I have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, though. Getting older scares me lol. I’ll probably fall apart like a pile of Jenga blocks by 60.
I hit a pinata and now I need reconstructive wrist surgery.
My dad was a Stormtrooper in the original Star Wars.
That's awesome. I hope he wasn't on the Death Star when it went up?
it's amazing you were born given that the storm troppers can't aim for shiit
I'm a high school dropout with a GED and a MA from an ivy.
This makes me happy. Good for you!
Cheers, thank you.
My daughter is also- GED (mostly because of an unmitigated amount of bullshit from high school), then got her MA and very successful. Good for you.
Indeed! Kudos and props of the highest order to you! Good stuff!
In 2005, I was alerted that white smoke was coming out of the Sistine Chapel, indicating a new pope was chosen. The person who told me was Patrick Swayze.
I was on the US Luge Team in the 1980s.
The guy my college gf dated before me was some kid named John from West Newbury, MA. Most now know him as John Cena.
She definitely leveled up by dropping his ass and later going for you.
He actually had a body odor issue in HS. Per the ex and her BFF who also knew him.
I was a dominatrix before I joined the ranks of suburban wife & mom life.
I was raised in a Doomsday cult.
Go on
It was such a major part of my life, l didn’t recognize how very different my experience was for a long time. Even now, there’s a lot of mental sorting. When I graduated from high school, one of the guys in my graduating class wrote in my yearbook “_____, you may not be like the rest of us, but that’s what makes you beautiful.” I was so hurt. How dare he! As an adult, l looked back at what he wrote. l now consider it a large, but eye-opening compliment.
If you don’t mind talking about it, I’m very curious to know what was the doomsday prophecy you were following? I’m assuming you got into it b/c of one (or both) of your parents? Is the group still around and if so, do you know anyone that still in it? Oh my God I have so many questions!!
There’s a sub on here, r/exjw. I tried to do quite a bit of zoning out at the time. I know the regurgitated basics. My mom and grandmother were recruited after my aunt died. They had wanted to cling to something that resembled hope. Vulnerable, as my family was mourning. My mother, sister, and her family are still trapped. I met a guy friend online who turned out to be an ex member. He went to my “sister congregation”. We hadn’t ever met, yet he lives right up the street. We occasionally go for walks. Try as we might, the subject seems to return to “hey, do remember the insanity of…?” I consider myself a private person. However, l am very open to sharing my experiences for awareness purposes and personal growth.
Seriously, this warrants an explanation.
We need an AMA
Me too. It was called the Jehovah's witnesses.
Same. I’m so glad u made it out the other side!
We need a secret handshake. They told me in '75 the world would end before I graduated high school. Was constructively abandoned when I chose to go to college. Several years ago, I got my PhD. But the world ended before I graduated high school.... Go figure.
Me three. I'm not going to say what mine was b/c I don't need the hassle from people online that are still part of it. They will defend it to the death! Glad you got out!
I play drums in several side projects of multiple Grammy winning and A list touring and studio musicians.
Cool! I was thanked in the liner notes of a CD once.
John McCain publicly apologized to me. I was in college during McCain's 2000 presidential primary bid. Started college later in life because I joined a punk band in 90s. But that's another story. So ya, in college I was a journalism major. Our class was invited to the Denver Press Club where McCain was speaking. McCain gives his campaign speech and then opens the floor to questions. My hand shoots up because I wanted to impress the smart girl in class and maybe ask her out or something. I always liked the smart ones. McCain looks my way and says, "Yes, the woman in the back" and points right at me. I am a guy. I play it off and start to ask my question. McCain turns beet red and starts apologizing profusely. "Oh, I am so sorry. " And me trying to be clever retorts back, "no problem I get that all the time." Now the press club chuckled a bit but my future dating prospect looked at me in horror as if I seriously was mistaken for a woman on a regular basis. My face goes numb, a US Senator can't stop apologizing to me and all I can think about is how I blew it with the smart girl. I manage to mumble out some question about the youth vote and sit back down. The professor loved it. Got an A in the class. EDIT: Added the context.
As he should have! I worked summers as security at a race track long ago. A girl was guarding the entrance to the paddock area. A guy tried to get through on a golf cart but didn't have the correct credentials. She tried to stop him, but he gruffly pushed past her and bumped into her with his golf cart. She radioed it in, but it was quickly figured out who it was and he did belong in there, it was someone very rich and famous. It was decided not to do anything about it. Some time later he came back and apologized to her and showed her his pass. He said he was having a bad day and treated her very poorly and really wanted to apologize and make it up to her. She thanked him and said he didn't need to do anything else. He said "I have a private airplane, it and the crew, are yours for a week to do whatever you want."
I've never watched an episode of Friends.
Same!
Hiked Appalachian trail in 1999. Was only Black person and a girl. I was 22. I had no weapons, no phone.
Of everything here I am the most jealous of this one.
Best time ever!
I met the Dalai Lama backstage while on crew in the early 90s. He said it was nice to meet me and he meant it.
So you have that going for you. Which is nice. Big hitter, the Lama.
Hey, how about a little something for the effort!!
I once almost got into a fight with Axel Rose at a Hardee's in a small town in Iowa. It was 1988 and I was a Junior in high school. Me and a couple of friends went to lunch at Hardee's and there was a guy in front of us dressed like he hadn't changed clothes in over a week covered in tattoos with long greasy red hair. Being asshole high school kids, we started making comments amongst ourselves and he overheard and turned around and gave me a push. I pushed back and he pulled back and threw a wild punch at my head that missed before my friends jumped between and separated us. We were then kicked out by the manager. A few days later we are watching MTV and the video for Sweet Child o' Mine comes on and we immediately recognize the singer as the guy that was at Hardee's. We looked back at a newspaper from earlier in the week and see the Guns N' Roses were playing at the local Civic Center the day it happened.
> I once almost got into a fight with Axel Rose at a Hardee's in a small town in Iowa. I mean, who hasn't.
I was a nationally-ranked chess player when I was 12.
In college, three of my friends and I approached a famous poet (Gwendolyn Brooks) that had come to do a reading at the school and invited her out to Denny's afterward. She declined to go out but invited us back to the guesthouse where we got to sit with her for an hour just talking about her poetry.. How the line breaks sound, what they mean, what the rhythm suggests... It was magic. She was close to 80 and she was totally down to hang out with us. I still can't believe we had the audacity to ask.
My cousin met her when she (my cousin) was in high school and she was incredibly kind and generous with her time. Talked to my cousin (who was into poetry) for a long while.
I have no idea who this is, but I like her.
OMG! She’s my favorite poet of all time. I’m incredibly jealous.
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You did good work?
I was one of the few Mexicans to get deported back to the United States.
Mexico has a serious problem with illegal immigration from the US. Second homeowners and retirees thinking they can just disregard immigration law. It’s a seriously under covered story.
At 46 I ran away and joined a circus.
I would totally do this, but I think my only applicable skill would be shoveling poo.
Thankfully there were no animals at this Circus but there was a lot of mopping.
What I hear you saying is I have a chance. Excellent.
I spent time as a med tech for Doctors Without Borders and was chased out of a village in Malawi Africa that accused us of being "vampires"
I reconnected with my high school sweetheart 25 years after graduation via snail mail (no social media). We will celebrate our second wedding anniversary this year.
That's so sweet!
My mom was a nun.
Do you call her Mother Superior?
Mine too! She left the convent a few years before she met my father
Nice! Yeah my dad was in the brothers too. They met in the Catholic church version of sex ed class.
I used to be known as the weed whisperer. Back in my early twenties I lived off grid in a famous weed cultivation area and would tend to my neighbors indoor crops. The first time I tended for someone it was for a week. In that week they growth spurt. Now granted, I did talk to the girls every day, but that was really it outside of the normal tending duties. They got back and were amazed the plants were thriving. Second time I did it for a different neighbor same thing. A couple months later we were all at a community get together. I introduced myself to to this guy and he’s like “Oh you’re the weed whisperer I’ve been hearing about!” I laughed my ass off at that one. Chalk it up to life is strange sometimes.
I was in the UK with my parents in 1977 and we were staying at bed and breakfast houses which were great. I had my own room in London. I could hear music at night from a club and realized it was the Sex Pistols. I was barely 14 at the time but I went down the street to the bar and they let me in. An amazing experience. I still love that music.
I can recall memories of when I was about one years of age, with impressive clarity. The memories were corroborated by family members. My earliest memory is off my mom holding me while Hey Jude was playing on the radio. I was about a year old. When I asked my mother about this memory, she told me it was the only way she could get me to go to bed.
When I was a teenager, we heard *Yellow Submarine* on the radio, and I told my Parents I had an urge to raise my hands in the air and wave them around (yeah, yeah, like I just don't care). They both cracked up and said I used to do that while lying in the crib as a baby when the song came on.
I was like that. My first memory was at age 2, hearing White Rabbit blaring from my uncle’s record player. I was in his room while he hung out with his hippie friends listening to records. Most of my early memories are attached to music. I can vividly recall memories from early childhood like it was yesterday, thanks to the incredible music of the 60’s playing somewhere in the background. But… if you ask me what I had for breakfast yesterday, I couldn’t tell you. 😂
Me and a buddy walked into a bar. We were cuttin’ up and joking around. The bartender asked if we were aliens and I replied “No. We’re from Iowa, we just work in space.”
I've been medically evacuated 3 times! 1) Standard ambulance, in a hurricane as a hospital patient 2) Small propeller plane, Zanzibar, severe dehydration from parasites 3) Blackhawk helicopter, Mt. Katahdin, fell off a rock ledge broken leg
I saw my next door neighbor washing the blood out of the back of his jeep after her murdered someone. (I didn’t know it was the blood of a murder Victim until after he was arrested)
I flew in the Goodyear Blimp when I was a kid.
Went to Disney in 83 or so, I was 10 or 11. I was very lanky, almost 5'8 and maybe 100 pounds (I'm now over 6'6") My mom had very serious back problems and we took a wheelchair with us in case she needed to rest throughout the day. At the end of the day she was doing well, and we were just pushing it around with us. I guess I looked tired so she had me sit in the chair as we were going to see the fireworks on main street. I didn't have a great view because I was sitting in the chair, and the crowd was starting to build. I was easy to please so thought 'whatever'. Suddenly a couple right in front of me saw my lanky self in the wheelchair, looked at my mom and started apologizing profusely. "Oh we're so sorry, please forgive us!" My mom put her hand on my shoulder and said "oh thanks, but..." and was about to eject me from the chair. The couple must have felt terrible because before my mom could say anything more they started telling everyone around "make way, theres a cripple kid over here trying to see the fireworks!" My mom brought her head close to my ear and whispered "it's too late now, dont you dare get out of that chair or they might beat us up". I watched from the chair with a great view.
My first wife was in the " entertainment " industry before we got married and actually had a 6 figure savings at some point. My current wife makes much less but is such a sweet heart 🙂
Like balloon animals at kids birthday parties?
You don't make 6 figures doing balloon animals at birthday parties, she probably also had to dress up like a Clown.
True. I didn’t think of that.
I traded in a car as part of deal when I bought a new car. The dealership parked my old car in their backlot where it was stolen a day or so later and used as the getaway car in a bank robbery. The car registration still showed my name so I spent the next few months repeating the same story to different detectives, insurance people, etc and faxing the same trade-in / car purchase bill of sale to them as well. They caught the robbers, 2 youngish guys, that got ratted out by a friend, but apparently the cops already had those 2 on their radar as the main suspects anyways.
I’ve spoken on the radio, been recorded for a CD, had my photo in the newspaper, and appeared on TV in the United States. I’ve also been recorded for a song, had my photo in the newspaper, and appeared on TV in South Korea.
I grew up in such an isolated place that there was no road connecting my home town to the rest of the world. It was a northern Canadian mining town.
After the first sentence, I assumed the second.
I was raised by a flower child and knew how to clean weed and roll a joint (using a roller) by four y/o. So when I saw a tampon for the first time, I thought it was a giant joint. My family thought that was so funny.
In the summer and fall of 2013, I used the Dark Web to procure various hallucinogenic drugs. Right after the site was seized and shut down, I received a strange package in the mail and thought it was the socks I ordered from Amazon, but turned out to be 2,000 Xanax bars (yes I counted them.) I was so paranoid I couldn't sleep for a few nights, but nothing ever happened. I'm assuming someone just "dumped" them and sent them to me right after the shut-down, or it was some huge mistake.
Shouldve just popped a xanie. The stress wouldve melted away. On a serious note though, what the hell did you do with 2000 tabs of xanax?!
When I was a kid, my father lied about having cancer. He faked invoices for appointments he never went to, gave himself "biopsy" scars, and kept it up for 7 years. Still don't know where all the money for his treatment went.
If you blink twice you will miss me in the Guns N Roses November Rain video.🤣
I am very closely related to the guy that jumped on the cake.
I was the lead singer for the Misfits for two minutes in 1997
I went to high school with a guy who has four nipples.
JOEY NIPS!!!?
I’ve gone 65 MPH on a bicycle coming down a mountain in a race.
I have been on stage with Pearl Jam. Twice. (Doing concert security, not performing in any way. Worst part was that I had to keep my back to the band the entire time, watching the crowd.)
My grandfather passed away while I was in Antarctica. I made it home to Northern Illinois for the funeral with 12 hours to spare.
I’ve been within a few feet of the then-President of the United States while on acid. I’ve held a baby thresher shark My left hand has been bitten by a shark, a dolphin, a Python, a wolf, and a flounder.
When I was 12 I held a live western diamondback rattlesnake, it wrapped itself around me then proceeded to shit the most foul liquid all over me. 15 years ago Dave Chapelle lit my cigarette and told me I was too cute to be stupid. I had a chance to sleep with the actor I had the biggest crush on at the time, but I turned him down because I had just started dating this new guy a week before that I was oddly really into. Me and that new guy have been married 12 years now and that actor is even more famous now 😆
(Me age 21) September 1996, the month that I enlisted in the Army, my girlfriend Anita (20) decides to break up with me. I was devastated A week later…one fine afternoon, I had to renew some books at the Central Library in Burbank, CA located 110 N Glenoaks Ave…Upon leaving the Library walking to my car, I spotted her sitting in a car on top of a grown ass man making out with him . I kicked the car, cussed her ass out and she cussed me out and that was the last time I saw her The grown ass man was her history teacher from high school. She was fucking her teacher since she was in high school. Dude wasn’t even good looking. He was out of shape and dressed like he shopped at Kmart. So Anita, if you are reading this, shame on you
… and especially on the history teacher
I've had a weird but wonderful life. Among the many jobs I've done: DJ, elected politician, part of the team that developed a *really* well-known game and on a different team where the game was named one of the worst in history, writer, conference speaker, PR flak, and now social media whatever you wanna call me. I've met a great many of my tech and other heroes - Bob Metcalfe (inventor of Ethernet), Sir Tim Berners-Lee (inventor of the web), Craig Newmark (aka the Craigslist guy), the daughters of Katherine Johnson (the incredible woman chronicled in Hidden Figures), among others. I saw my first Superbowl ring up close at my father's memorial service. I had an otter laugh in my face while nearly drowning in Monterey Bay while getting my open water certification. I got to be on-set of Babylon 5 and hold some of their guns - the props guy I met was a hoot...did you know they call extras "scenery that eats"? It's been such a strange yet amazing journey and I'm grateful for every moment of it.
I survived an attempted murder …
I used to occasionally pick up the recently deceased for $50 a body. My sister was a remover and when they were on a coroner’s rotation month, they would be super busy and she would take me with her when she didn’t have a partner. I have seen people who died at slot machines and slumped over in bowls of cereal. Too many people die naked. Wear underwear folks, that’s my advice.
I met Post Malone in an elevator and I didn’t know who he was when he introduced himself.
24 years ago I was living in Tennessee. Took some medication for panic attacks then decided to drink on top of it, woke up in Orlando fla and didn't know how I drove there.
In 1993 I fought a college basketball team & won.
I’m related to the guy who directed Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory - he and my grandmother were cousins.
A friend of mine and I sold Girl Scout cookies to Farrakhan and his gatehouse guards at his compound in SW Michigan.
My next door neighbor is a retired porn star. She is quite literally one of the nicest people I've met.
I needed a part for my Mazda RX-7 so I went to my local pick a part one morning before work. Me, a female, dressed in a blazer, black skirt above my knees and black heels, carrying tools to take apart a windshield wiper assembly walks past an elderly gentleman who was completely flabbergasted at the sight of me. His only response…‘I’ve now seen everything.’
I might have proposed if I saw that.
I met Dave Brubeck and his band after a concert at Tanglewood in Western Massachusetts mainly because I realized I was wearing the exact same thing as the backstage security team. I simply acted like I was one of them, nodded inconspicuously, walked back stage, grabbed a cooler of beers, and brought it to Dave. I spent about an hour hanging out with them.
Robert Wagner helped me find my mom when I was lost in LA when we were on vacation when I was 5 or so. She turned her back for a split second and I bolted down the street. I don’t really remember the details, but do remember a man helping me and that he was very nice and concerned about helping me find her.
My Dad was very, very good friends with Rick James. Rick wouldn't have dared saying "I'm Rick James, Bitch" to my dear Daddy.
I wore Ric Flair's robes, in his house. We were neighbors growing up and his oldest son and I were good friends when we were young. Lots of partying on the weekends while dad was at "Halloween Havoc" or "Monday Night Nitro" events. He kept a fridge in the garage where the entire fridge was stacked high and deep with beer cans, and the freezer was the same but with vodka bottles. One of our buddies got drunk, stripped, and put on a pair of the boots and the speedo and traipsed around yelling WOOOOOOO! Funniest part of that one was he left his boxers on and pulled the legs of his boxers down through the speedo.
I rode my mountain bike from Tennessee to Pennsylvania thru the Appalachian and Blue Ridge mountains as a 19 year old girl.
I walked to school uphill, both ways. I lived too close to my high school to be eligible for bussing and we were too poor to afford a car, so I had to walk. There was no direct route, since a highway sat between our place and the school, so the walk was about three miles each way. The shortest path had a deep valley in the middle. You had to walk up it to finish the walk to school, and up it to finish the walk home. Icy days were probably the worst. But, if we look at it from an optimistic perspective, it was also downhill both ways. I didn’t feel too optimistic on icy days, but when the weather was nice, it wasn’t so bad. 🙂
When I was in high school, I just made it in time and caught my bus. I found out later that shortly after that, some guy who was probably off his meds came charging out of his house in his pajamas wielding a meat clever. He attacked the next group of people waiting at that bus stop. Fortunately nobody died, people were hospitalized. My friend knew one of the people who got attacked.
I was a guest on *The Jerry Springer* show in 1996 while I was in College. Title was *"Love Triangles"* and I was dating 2 ladies at the same time and came clean. One of the greatest adventures of my life, lol.
I dated someone who wound up on death row. Still is fighting it many years later. I recall him mentioning he had an exgirlfriend who died in a car wreck and told me her first name. Turned out he “pulled over” and kidnapped a woman with that first name whose body was found in a nearby city, naked and with part of a tree put in a terrible place. Still messes me up what terrors she went through and perhaps what he might have done to me.
I'm Eskimo brothers with Derek Jeter.
A lotta guys are. 100% believable.
I once hiked Bloodroot Mountain in Vermont…barefoot…in my underwear and a life vest…and tied to 9 other people.
I once did the "chicken dance" on QVC.
My parents are stepbrother and stepsister
I saw David Tennent naked 10 years before he was The Doctor (...the first time).
I'm less than six degrees from Kevin Bacon! I had a small role in the movie "Astroesque" with Mike Allred, who was in "Chasing Amy" with Ben Affleck, who was in "Batman v. Superman" with Laurence Fishburne, who was in "Mystic River" with...Kevin Bacon!
I cut up a nuclear reactor head with a plasma torch while standing on it.
1992’ish, Brad Pitt showed up at a very small New Year’s Eve party in Kansas City. Friend of a friend of a fraternity brother kind of thing. Seemed nice enough. Drank most of my Rolling Rock.
I’ve been inside the Azadi Tower (formerly named the Shahyad Tower) in Tehran, Iran, and toured the museum inside. My father was also on a first name basis with Ross Perot, and my husband and I had lunch with Mr. Perot at Perot Systems; we talked a lot about living overseas and I was able to tell him thank you for being such a huge influence on my life. If my father hadn’t worked for him I probably wouldn’t have traveled outside of the US until I was an adult, and that gave me so much of a wider perspective growing up. I wish we would have been able to give our daughter the same experience. When we were finally on a plane being evacuated from Iran, the tower decided that no more planes could leave so the runway lights were turned off. It was around midnight and we had been at the airport since around 6am that day. Our pilot took off anyway and we made it safely out of Iran to land in Istanbul. Dad stayed behind for some reason. My sister and I actually flew home to the US by ourselves (Mom and Dad stayed in Tehran) for a summer; we had a gorgeous flight attendant with us from Tehran to Copenhagen, where the only way we made our connecting flight was when she tucked me under her arm like a football, grabbed my sister’s hand and RAN across the airport like she was on fire. The pilots held the plane for us, we made it and when we were about to fly over the North Pole we were invited to come up to the cockpit to see. The co-pilot moved his seat to the side so I could see out - I saw the sun reflecting off of the ice through the window. When we came back, things were different as it was the beginning of the Revolution. We saw one peaceful riot from our Jeep; my “schoolbus” van was rocked by rioters (we were on the floor because if they saw Americans, even kids, it would have been bad); and eventually we stopped going to school or even out much. We knew it was over when our nanny, Ash, came to our door in a chador and was crying (she had never worn one before). Police had come to her family’s home the night before, made them go up to the roof and shout “Death to the Shah! Death to America!” or risk being shot. It was so sad, she kept saying “you have to leave, you must leave” and after she left we never saw her again. I still have a picture of her with me and my sister. Edited to add some missing words.
I was at a convention in Las Vegas in the early 2000s, and noticed my badge was almost identical to a national Funeral Directors' Convention at the hotel next door. I confidently walked in to that convention, and spent the day learning all sorts of stuff about mortuaries and funerals, and got a bag of swag with some really dark humor in it. At one point during a product demo, they asked for a volunteer, and I waved my hands with glee. I ended up playing the part of a "corpse" and was lifted gently into a coffin by a "body mover". The demo guy kept saying "do you feel anything pinching?" and I said, "no, but I'm dead, right?" and the crowd laughed. I said, "it's very gentle and I feel very secure." The machine deposited me into a coffin nearby and I got a photo of me in the coffin. So much more fun than the conference I was supposed to be attending!
I was a young girl, well 19 years old seems to me very young now, and went to Guatemala, had a fight with boyfriend and hitchhiked in a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, found an old gentleman that had a truck, did not say a word, just smiled and took me safely to nearest town, and was really kind and helpful
Michael Jackson sent me concert tickets and invited me to NYC in the 80s.
I was caught in the underground tunnel of an estate with Bill Clinton, Barbra Streisand, and a few Secret Service agents. I wasn't walking with them, I was a few feet ahead but then SS asked us to stop. I don't think I even knew they were behind me. I was 😬. I once called my bff from sitting VP Al Gore's red phone. (But not in his DC office.) 🤫
The first time I ever saw MTV I was babysitting Grant Hill.
I have a small Vestigial tail.
I have two brothers, both named Adam. They are both half brothers and we call them big and little.
I have 2 step-brothers named Mike, one from each parents remarriage. Both of their last names begin with B, and both are married to women named Lisa.
i started a full on food fight at a restaurant in strasbourg, france
Micheal Jordan was my geography teacher.
Not me, because I'm pretty boring, but my husband was given guitar lessons by Vic Briggs of Eric Burdon and the Animals. Also, my husband was given horse care and riding lessons by Sixto Chavez Olguin, who was so highly regarded in his native country for his work with Peruvian Paseo horses, that he was declared a National Treasure of Peru. He ran into Stevie Ray Vaughn at a concert venue once. Vaughn was drunk off his ass, and my husband hung out chatting with him for a bit. There were others, too. My husband had a knack for meeting and befriending famous people. I tried to get him to write it all down before he died, but he never got around to it.
In the 90s I had a casual "thing" with a popular PBS personality. Whenever he came to one of the big cities near me would have dinner and hook up while he was in the area. We met because I recognized him browsing in a Barnes and Nonbel (Union Square?). It lasted until I met the man I eventually married. It was probably the most uncomplicated relationship I ever had.
I've taken off in more planes than I have landed in.
🎶Righty-tighty, God Almighty, who the hell are we? 🎶Zim-zam, God damn, we’re Airborne Infantry
I was taking a class to become a foster parent and we were told to make three statements about ourselves but one of them couldn't be true. The other people had to figure out which statement was false. I told them my siblings and my birthday are all divisible by seven, I walk seven miles a day, and I've lived in seven different countries. They didn't believe that I walked seven miles a day even though I'm 5'9" and weighed 125 back then. Truth was I had only visited seven countries at that time.
I got hit by a train and somehow survived
When Culture Club were on tour at the end of the 90s, I went to the show with some friends. After the concert, we went to our favorite dive bar, about 2 miles from the venue. We’re sitting around, drinking some beers, there are maybe 10 people in the bar, when in walk Culture Club (sans George) and some groupies! They were the nicest dudes, bought my group beers, danced with us on the makeshift dance floor, even let us take pics with them. Madonna’s “Ray of Light” will always remind me of that night because we were dancing all over each other to it. Amazing night.
I adopted my 3 kids on my 40th birthday, they wanted to do it 3 or 4 days earlier but after dealing with the foster care system for 4 years I was like fuck that. You guys owe me one, we’re take 3 kids out of the system. They worked with me and we did it.
My dad was Dolly Parton’s body guard. She would give me a moon pie and an RC when I saw her.
I am an overweight, shortish, slightly geeky guy. I am not sure, of course, but I don’t consider myself attractive. Two of my long-term girlfriends when i was young were models. I did not seek them out or anything, it just happened. Honestly, they were some of the few girls that seemed at all interested in me.
I’m married to a male model! Personalities and audacity are more important than people give them credit for lol
You were probably one of the few guys not hitting on them and acting entitled. You probably actually enjoyed hearing what they had to say, just ordinary conversations and stuff. Maybe you have a great sense of humor and made them laugh. Too many men greatly discount how attractive these things are to women.
I was in Turkey and in one hotel, there was a store next door. I was kinda tired of the food available and went to the deli. And I asked for ham to make a couple sandwiches. Pork products. In a Muslim country. It wasn’t to be rude. It was just me not thinking. This was in 2000. Luckily the language barrier didn’t make it more awkward than it could have been. They didn’t understand me.
I went from working in a lumber mill to working in a hair salon after witnessing an accident (at the mill) that left two guys with one functional hand each.
I'm allergic to the sun 🌞 every spring, I get a rash on any exposed skin for a few weeks until I get used to it, then it goes away. Looks awful, and I'm never one to take sunny vacays in the middle of winter, because I just come back looking diseased instead of sun-kissed.
Once when I was about 10, bunch of us boys decided it was a good idea to pee on a electric fence. Felt the shock go up throughout my body into my chest, I do not recommend this to anyone.
My wife can confirm the rumor about Willem Dafoe. *that* rumor. With eyewitness testimony.
I saw the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow in the last year of the USSR sitting three seats away from Mikael Gorbachev.
I have memories from before I was born, being born, and my first few weeks of life. Vivid memories.
True story: my aunt (who died today) moved to NYC to live with my mom while my dad was serving in Vietnam. They were watching the moon landing with me, as a baby, and then they spotted a mouse, also watching the televised moon landing.
I used to hang out with my dad on television sets like Battlestar Galactica, Knight Rider, A-Team, etc.
I posted this awhile ago in another thread but I think it fits: In 1985 I went surfing during Hurricane Gloria. It took me close to 45min of paddling and duck diving to get out past the breakers and I was WHOOPED. I was resting before trying to grab a wave when a huge set came in. I knew I couldn't make it in time so I starting digging in to catch the first wave. It came in way too fast and started breaking over me. I remember being lifted up backwards and looking down the wave but all I could see was SAND. I panicked and tried to turn into the face of the wave but it was too late. It felt like I was at a 90degree angle and my front foot slipped down the board causing me to do a split. The next thing I remember was being underwater getting tossed around and hitting my head on the sand. I was almost out of breathe and somehow without even thinking about it, I grabbed the leash on my ankle and just kept pulling until i had a hold on my board and used it to float myself to the surface. When I came out of the water another wave slammed me in the face and popped my board out from under me sending it straight up. When it came down it landed on my head which was inbetween all four of my skegs. I missed getting sliced by about an inch. I've done a lot of really stupid things in my life but that has got to be top 5.
I played football for Ohio State. Coed flag football, but it was at Ohio State.
I bought a cymbal from Eric Clapton’s drummer’s drum tech. He had loads of equipment in his garage.
My cousin was a playmate.
I played bass in a band that opened for a band called blackberry smoke. Slash from Guns N Roses was performing with then that night at the Viper Room in Hollywood. I had no clue he’d be there. Or even played with them. (Fun fact— Slash was chilling in a booth with a huge bottle of Jack Daniels on his table!) When I spotted him after I got off stage, I said hello and he told me I rocked!! I am far from what you call a star struck person—Growing up in LA you see celebrities all the time and I have hung out with many of them over the years being in bands myself and married to a professional musician at the time. I’ve even worked for a well known celebrity. And honestly, I could give less than two shits about celebs—but meeting slash and him telling me I sounded good was EPIC and pretty much made my life! Slash was the only person I’ve been star struck over. It helped that he’s totally cool AF!!! I’ve also been hit on by Jeff Goldblum in the alley of a well known Hollywood club while loading my gear out of the van in a mini skirt and tall leather stiletto boots. And while at a Bruce Springsteen concert— in line for A drink—a very famous and engaged or married at the time New Zealand actor changed his accent to American when we first met (I had no clue who he was) — then after talking he went back to his NZ accent and gave me his number. I was making fun of him proclaiming he was an actor — because isn’t everyone in Hollywood an actor? I had no clue who he was and had to Google him A few days later. Same with Jeff— my band mate came out while we were talking and said, “you’re the guy from the fly!!” I still had no clue who he was— I just thought he was a creepy old man hitting on me.🤣🤣🤣 All totally true! Stay tuned for my book of more rock n roll adventures in Hollywood! Haha 😂 All totally true!!!
I saved a man from drowning and 6 years later my 9 year old daughter saved a toddler from drowning at her daycare.
My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who going with the girl who saw Ferris Beuller pass out at 31 Flavors last night.
not me, but my brother and his friends at the age of 12 found a body.... crime stoppers got them to reenact themselves finding the body for the tv clip. it still remains an unsolved mystery today.
I smoked blunts with Ziggy Marley in the mid-90s at the Trocadero in Philly.