Got a ton of fuck-ups but its the FIRST one that ya remember the best, kinda like the way you feel about your first love...
Was 17, borrowed the car from the folks and two of us girls went to this rural bar in the middle of no where to see this bartender elderly man of my 17 y.o. friend. It was all wooded and deserted and as we pulled up he came from behind a tree and pointed a shotgun straight at my windshield.
I fished tailed and drove past him to get out of compound and he shot into the car as we passed by him.
We called police because no way could I explain the shot gun million holes in the car, and we picked a different story to where it happend and how it happend.
The fuck up was, who would have thought they would do more than a report? We didn't. They brought out forensics and dogs and tried to re-create the scene based on our story.
Problem was the holes in the car did not match what they re-created. The dogs found no scents, they found no shotgun casings etc.
We were SO busted.
But held to our story nevertheless, and they called the folks since we were minors and let them know how severely we should be punished for filing a false report.
We never changed our story, and one Iday think I will have to sit Dad down and come clean 30 years later :-))
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