Quote (Vormav @ Oct 8 2014 09:45pm)
Back in the day I used to run with a pretty tough crowd. Dan, Frank, Dom, and Jason. I mostly hung out with Dom who was my best friend growing up and Jason, an older dude who sold us weed. Growing up in the suburbs you tend to get bored as a kid, no responsibilities, distracted parents. Dom, Jason, and I built a treehouse in this Guatemalan kid's yard, right next to this fence in the woods near the edge of his property. Over the fence was a main road with poor lighting.. and because it was particularly straight and long people drove WAY too fast on it. So, during the school year every weekend we'd meet up at the treehouse, get high, and throw eggs at cars driving by. If the driver realized what happened and tried to chase us we'd just run into the property through the woods and out onto this other main road and circle back to my house to regroup. The driver would knock on the door of these Guatemalan people and find a dead end. Eggs turned into rocks, and then to paintball guns. Eventually, we started playing this game called "sticks" where we'd drag huge branches and downed trees into the road so that people would drive over them too fast and fuck up their cars. Well, one night we were playing "sticks" and we dragged this gnarled looking branch out. 30 minutes passed and no cars. Finally two cars approach the branch from either side, one of them speeding. The speeding car hit the branch and the driver lost control and flew into the oncoming car. It all happened so fast. We just ran. Apparently, the speeding car was a cop. He collided with the other car containing three passengers. Two dead. A science teacher from our school, her 14 yr old kid. The weekend passed, I could barely talk to my other friends or family. We were distraught. That Monday when we returned to school everyone was crying.. a teacher and her kid, a student at our school passed away in a tragic traffic accident. I was in homeroom with one of my friends who was there that night, Dom.. he just started bawling when they had the moment of silence. I didn't start crying until the teacher came over to give him a hug.. She said "it's ok honey, it's ok" and Dom starts snarling on his tears and barely gets out "you don't understand". We fucked up big time, you really take everything for granted until something real happens to you. Later that day Dom and I went over to Jason's house to talk about what's happened. Dom and Jason got into a huge argument because Dom wanted to confess. I was indifferent just because it felt so shitty, I felt like I deserved whatever consequences came. But Jason was 17, a few years older than us told us to just chill out, we can't change it and we could get into serious trouble. The next day Dom wasn't in class. Before homeroom started two cops and the principal came to the class and asked me to leave with them. I started crying immediately, I was frozen to my chair. The cops come over and help me up, my legs are so fucking weak I nearly put my entire bodyweight in the arms as they semi-drag me out of the room. We're sitting in the principals office and I just break down starting to tell them about the treehouse and sticks and that we were so high. They looked astounded. Apparently, Dom was found dead near the school by the groundskeeper. I told them everything, that I was with Dom and Jason and we killed those people. I had never been hated more in my life. Jason killed Dom to prevent him from telling and then left town, he was caught a few days later and sentenced to 15 - life at Sing Sing prison in Ossining, NY. I spent 3 years in a juvenile detention facility then I went to college and had a pretty good life. But yeah, shit happens.
If this story is true, which it certainly sounds like it is, then i'm glad to hear you changed your life around.