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Dr.Sprock
Boulder climber
I'm James Brown, Bi-atch!
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Mar 30, 2012 - 09:58pm PT
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i saw a baby's arm holding an apple once,
no wait,.
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that was tommy lee, on the bus with ozzy, 1987,
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dogtown
Trad climber
Cheyenne, Wyoming and Marshall Islands atoll.
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Mar 30, 2012 - 10:23pm PT
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Maybe the tuff guy should lead the route.
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johntp
Trad climber
socal
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Mar 30, 2012 - 10:24pm PT
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This thread sucks. Why would you want to bring sad memories back?
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 30, 2012 - 11:15pm PT
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Nah, Silver, Coz is healthy, just shittalk, that's how we do it!
Dogtown you calairvoient, check your email!
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splitter
Trad climber
Hodad surfing the galactic plane
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Apr 29, 2012 - 08:32pm PT
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Here is a story, "disturbing" at that, which occurred nearly 54 years ago. I have never told anyone about it till this very day. I actually have started to tell it here on this thread a few times, but so far have struggled to find the right words and have ended up deleting it(part way through). But it is a very compelling story, one that I am determined to share, regardless how incomplete the character development aspects are. As I think about that day, those moments on the bridge, it seems to somewhat parallel an incident right out of "Lord of the Flies". The analytical "Why?" That is what I look into, what I question and what I attempt perceive or understand...troubling as they may be. But I do understand, and better yet, was made aware of. Of what you may ask? EVIL! It exists, is alive and well. I'm not preaching here, I have simply come in contact with it many times over the years. To dismiss it as something else would be delusion, IMO. But there is also GOOD. I will leave it at that. I'm rambling already...
So here I go again, I'll try and keep it short.
It was the beginning of summer, 1958, and I had just turned 9 yrs old. We were living in the country outside of Massena, NY about 30 mi south of the Canadian border. I set out on my bike one afternoon and stopped when I encountered about a half dozen kids ranging in age 8-12 and one 14 year old. I new them from my weekday bus rides to and from school. They were primarily brothers and cousins along with one of their neighbors. I can't say that I considered them friends, not by a long shot. Mainly because my attempts to befriend them were, for the most part, rebuffed. And, without going into detail, the 14 yr old was simply not a good kid and he controlled the younger kids, and delegated who they could associate with,etc.! He was the oldest in the family. Someone to avoid, or so I learned through experience, observation and discernment. But, my parents would occasionally send me over to their farm(the only one close by)to buy fresh eggs, etc., and the 14 year old was the one I had to deal with!
So, one afternoon, I come upon these 5-6 kids on this country road about a mile away from my house. The narrow two lane road crossed a canal that was about 15 ft wide and about 6-8ft deep. It brought water to the area farms/fields. A cement pipe of about 5-6ft in diameter crossed under the road, carrying the water underneath to the other side.
But this early in the Summer the canal had over flowed its banks on the north side of the road and had formed a temporary swimming hole just before it flowed(with force)into the concrete pipe and under the bridge. This is where I found this group of kids, swimming and taken advantage of the cool water on a hot summer day.
Of course I wanted to join them, but the oldest kid(14)said that I first had to do what they had already done, and that was jump off the bridge and let the water suck me underneath the bridge, through the pipe and out the other side. All I had to do was hold my breath for about 10-15 seconds and the pull of the current would suck me through and safely out the other side, or so he described it. "No big deal, we've all done it!" the oldest kid said and the others either verbally or silently agreed(confirmed with a positive nod of the head). "Then you can join us."
I got off my bike and climbed down the bank on the far(opposite)side and attempted to peer through the concrete pipe to where they were waiting, but the water was touching the top of the pipe as it was sucked through and emptied out into the pool.
I climbed back onto the bridge and hesitated at the edge, considering all the possible outcomes. I looked at the faces of the kids. Everything had come to a halt, most of them just stared with their mouths open, but one kid(11-12yrs old)was very adamant in regards to how easy it was, how safe it was and how they had all done it earlier that day, and many times over the years.
The oldest kid, the one who had suggested the deed/challenge, just stood there facing me, silently waiting for me to do it, as a couple of the others coached me on. But I had come to not trust this kid(14 yr old)one iota. There were at least two other incidents where he had set me up, without warning, that could have ended up in great bodily harm. As a matter of fact, the very first time I had ventured over to their farmhouse one evening some 5-6 months before(we had moved there around Nov, 1957 when I was 8). But that's another story in itself.
No, I was not going to step off and get sucked underneath the road to the other side when I couldn't see all the way through. I had already made up my mind, but as I stood on the edge of the bridge just above the concrete pipe, this one kid(11-12yr old)just wouldn't give up. And his initially positive encouragement suddenly turned to a very bitter disappointment with taunts of coward, etc. when it became evident that I wasn't going to follow through. He was down right pissed off that I hadn't jumped...that is what I find disturbing.
So I walked off the small bridge, climbed on my bike and went on my merry way that day.
About two or three weeks later, after the canal was no longer overflowing and the "temporary swimming hole" had more or less dried up and returned to normal. By normal I mean the concrete pipe that ran under the bridge and connected to the canal directly on the other side was less that half full and you could stand on one end and see all the way through to the other side. You could actually walk through the pipe, if you chose to do so, in about 3ft of water as it now slowly ran underneath the road and drained into to the other side. Or so it seemed as I rode by in my parents car one day.
So I rode my bike down to the bridge to take a closer look, to survey the course I would have blindly taken a few weeks before had I met their challenge.
Sure enough, about midway(10-15ft)there was rebar crisscrossing the pipe and this was reinforced with a large patch of screen/chicken coop wire. It would have been impossible to swim, walk or attempt to squeeze through it. I would have been sucked through the pipe and trapped under water, held there by the force of the current. I would have drowned within seconds or minutes.
I more than half expected it from the oldest(14yrs)kid. That is a rather long story. Like I have already said, this kid had purposefully gotten me into life threatening predicaments on at least two other occasions. I no longer trusted him. And his younger siblings/cousins and one or two neighbors were more or less under his control/domination.
But this other kid(11-12), was not only determined to trick me into jumping into that deadly trap, but was extremely pissed when I didn't. That is what I found/find "disturbing"!!
BTW, we moved to California a few weeks later...
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wildone
climber
EP
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Apr 29, 2012 - 10:00pm PT
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Holy sh#t. That, gave me chills.
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Mimi
climber
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Apr 29, 2012 - 10:15pm PT
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Silver, you're just noticing what a wanking rantard Coz is on the ST?!
He bullies those he thinks he can bully, no matter the futility. And he has no clue of how off the mark he can be. He actually recently put himself and the General above YC as green crusaders or whatever he was thinking. By now though, he may have back-edited his post as he commonly does. Very similar to AC in that way besides the behind-the-monitor boldness.
Oh, and there are persistent rumors that Scott might have been the Video Preacher in the whole Medusa Crab-Grass Baby affair.
hahahaha! Just kidding, Scotty!
Edit: hahahaha! Not kidding!
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Apr 29, 2012 - 10:46pm PT
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I friend of mine was in NYC on the 38th floor looking out a window when below he sees a woman on the roof of a 6 story building.
She walks to the the edge above the street and starts to put her leg over.
Then she pulls back and decides to lead with her other leg.
That does the trick and he hears her thud about a sixth of a second after he sees her barely miss a pedestrian.
He said the sound is loud and unmistakable.
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Mimi
climber
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Apr 29, 2012 - 11:15pm PT
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And I've heard the body can bounce like 20 feet off the deck. Pictures I've seen aren't pretty either. What a weird way to go.
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jmc27
Trad climber
Bay Area, CA
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Apr 30, 2012 - 01:34am PT
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Ron's post just brought back memories of something that occurred a couple of years ago. My girlfriend and I had planned a relaxing evening consisting of dinner and a concert in the santa cruz mountains. The venue where the concert was held is one of our favorites, as it is quite intimate and all of the seats are fantastic, no matter where you sit.
We are half way through the concert. A couple of glasses of wine had been consumed. I am entranced by the singers' voices, the setting, and mood within the crowd. The song the band was playing was just ending, and they are about to lead into their most popular song, a very popular love song. Well, just as the band begins, something falls on the right side of the stage. Immediately, I am perplexed, because the only thing I can deduce is that a speaker or light had fallen from above.
My girlfriend starts saying, "That's a body. Oh my God. That's a body." I look at those around us, and say, "No way. That was a speaker." Other people were just as stunned, and started offering different explanations.
Seconds later, the lead singer walks over, looks at the object, and starts screaming, "Get a doctor!" We were in the "cheap seats", so we did not see everything up close. However, you could make out the form and see the expressions from those sitting in front.
Looking back, I haven't thought about that incident in a long time. The weird thing is, it did not have the effect on me I thought it would. I simply accepted it. I felt sorry, of course, that this young man would do what he did, especially in front of a crowd.
Isn't it interesting how our lives are so interconnected. One girl makes a choice, which causes one guy to make a choice, and in the end, thousands are affected.
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LithiumMetalman
Trad climber
cesspool central
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Apr 30, 2012 - 03:23am PT
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While in college, I went down to Berkeley to visit a good friend, that night she suggested we'd go to a party at one of the local college house parties.
So we go.
Showing up at the party it was packed with the usual shenanigans, music, drugs, and lotsa partying going on.
My friend and I head down to the dance floor shaking our groove having a good time.
I noticed though a very drunk girl looking clammy dancing near us, (It was really hot in the house with so many bodies) stumbling and falling over, we chalked it up to the usual drunkeness, but then she fell to the ground not moving.
Here's the disturbing part...
People around her started laughing at her or just stood there staring at her.
A drunk guy moves towards her and starts tugging her jeans off her.
I was furious, without thinking I moved over and shoved the guy over on to his ass. Girl's breathing was extremely shallow, so I picked her up and started pushing my way through the crowd.
Guy on ass gets up, miffed grabs a few buddies and confronts me, then looks at the passed out girl in my arms...
and laughs and his friends laughs...
I don't remember the comment he said, but if it wasn't for my friend (thank goodness for her good looking charms) there and a passed girl in my arms I would have exploded in his face, my friend distracts the guy and his friends, and I force my way outside.
Outside of the house.
My friend catches up with me quickly and has water, we had put down the girl with her head turned to the side, and started to wipe he head down with water. Her breathing started to normalize.
Eventually she regains conciousness, looking around.
We asked if she was ok, but she kind looks at us blankly
Here's the really sad part.
Her friends come over and ask where she was.
The 'passed' out girl gets on her feet and stumbles over muttering something and her friends looked over at us suspiciously.
We tried explaining the situation, but the girl and her friends laughed at the 'course of events' that transpired and proceeded to go back into the house.
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laughingman
Mountain climber
Seattle WA
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My EMT friend has seen the aftermath of suicide by shotgun on several occasions. Scaring even by his standards.
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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OK. Another type of disturbing.
I have a buddy who called me to come hang out at his ranch along the Red River at the Texas Border. The White Bass were in their spawning run and he knew a hot spot.
So we park and hike in throught the woods. Right as we got to the fishing hole, we see this massive fat white ass spitting out a turd as big as your forearm. The beast heard us and jumped up and pulled up its pants without even wiping.
Then it turned around and I saw it was a 300 lb. woman. Ugly to boot.
That was disturbing. I can still picture that log coming out of that monster butt.
I have more. Want to hear?
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splitter
Trad climber
Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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...turd as big as your forearm.
That is "disturbing".
Was it a floater?
I have more. Want to here? That would be good if, for no other reason, perhaps it would reduce your insesant posting to the "Politics, God and Religion vs. Science" thread and give it a bit of a reprieve from bumping everything off the front page!
Just kidding, it's all good.
If what people post here "disturbs" you, don't read it. Pretty simple, bro!
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mooser
Trad climber
seattle
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FOX News early this morning at the gym. Disturbing...
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2012 - 09:36pm PT
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Desert climbing season style bump
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dirtbag
climber
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I attended the Guvernator's first inauguration.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2012 - 09:57pm PT
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Roid shooters, in elephant glasses?
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