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I body slamed a computer, many holes in walls, dents in vehicles, pushed a dodge shadow (sideways) with my 79 Jeep cherokee chief across my old apartments parking lot. Lots of yelling, wreckless driving...death threats.

When I was 16 I had a volkswagen rabbit (POS) that wouldn't start one day so I climbed up on the roof and proceeded to jump up and down untill the ceiling was resting on the headrests.


How about you?

I killed a guy. Don't tell anyone.

legacycontinues wrote:I body slamed a computer, many holes in walls, dents in vehicles, pushed a dodge shadow (sideways) with my 79 Jeep cherokee chief across my old apartments parking lot. Lots of yelling, wreckless driving...death threats.

When I was 16 I had a volkswagen rabbit (POS) that wouldn't start one day so I climbed up on the roof and proceeded to jump up and down untill the ceiling was resting on the headrests.

You need therapy.

That was my therapy..

I've been able to restrain myself and been lucky just enough to suffer no real bad consequences for smashing solid things with my fists, driving suicidally, and shooting my mouth off to bigger dudes. Worse would be the stuff I've almost done while thinking clearly. I'm proud of the fact that I haven't killed someone. Not that I think it's such a bad thing personally (I'm talking people who deserve it), I just think one of the things I'm here this time around for is to learn not to kill people. Even if they do deserve it.

Steve

i don't really get that mad. I usually just get so upset that I cry.

Yeah, my not resorting to violence has now given me anxiety attacks (a new phenomenon for me) and though my mood swings are far less frequent, they seem to hit worse (or maybe it just appears that way as the unfamiliar way they hit seems harder to control). I'm having a little bit of one tonight. I was driving along singing to They Might be Giants and then I hit a hidden monster pothole and the car's fine, but I'm not.

Steve

I will be the first guy on here to admit that I cry now and then.

When I was younger I was diagnosed with stomach ulcers so I ws ordered to releive stress at all means. I don't bottle up my aggresssion anymore. I will either get in someones face (person who pissed me off) or just beat the crap out of something.

Hitting your bed with a baseball bat feels really good. Beating that punk ass ricer down the street with your station wagon feels sooo much better.

I used to like punching walls, but I have a security deposit I want back. I once punched a steel and concrete pole and could hardly open my hand for days. Hurt for weeks. I hit it several more times after that, but just not as hard. I had already destroyed three doors, holed the walls, and knocked banisters out of the porch. I almost never hold anything in.

Steve

I sawed my N64 in half when my brother said that he paid half. That showed his prick ass.

My wife pissed me off so bad earlier that I went to hit the wall with the palm of my hand like some Karate kid shit (thinking it would just stop my hand) and ended up putting a big farking hole in the wall.

Now I have to patch that sucker...someday I'll learn.

burned too many bridges
punched a lot of walls
thrown a lot of wrenches
broken my hand punching stuff
picked some fights I couldnt win, got my nose broke, really bad black eyes
lots of yelling and really terrible things said
probably some other stuff too...

Said i dont need no stinking sunscreen while on spring break in s.padre

dddddddaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..OUCH!

Coming back from Moab on spring break back in high school I turned left in front of an Isuzu Trooper while driving my moms Ford Exploder. I didn’t see the guy because firstly I was stupid and in a rush and because he was speeding in foggy conditions with no lights and a grey vehicle. Making a long story short, the truck had to be towed away and I started unloading it so we could pack our stuff in another car to get home. Here is where the “stupid while pissed” part comes in, I pulled my bike off the rack of the Explorer and threw it across two lanes into the ditch. In HS I worked full time making 6.00 an hour, and I threw a 3000.00 MTB that I bought with my own money (instead of a car)like a friggen frisbee…..not smart and I certainly didn’t feel better.

G-reg wrote:I threw a 3000.00 MTB that I bought with my own money (instead of a car)like a friggen frisbee…..not smart and I certainly didn’t feel better.

hey, well, a three grand MTB is probably pretty durable, right?

Reminds me of when I had a blowout on the way home for the summer. My sedan was packed full of shit, I had a bike and skis on the roof, and was in southern Utah on I-15.

Most of the shit in my trunk ended up in the ditch, including my Big Bertha irons. Nice thing was that I was only 1/2 mile from cedar city.

Oh.. the things I've done and said..
I'd be embarassed if you all knew the things I do/have done while angry, and how I get back at my own feelings of guilt for letting it out..It's terrible, really.

jamal wrote:I killed a guy.

With a trident? I saw that… the cops are probably looking for you, you should lay low for a while.

Gary

Threw a trashcan into a wall, leaving a nice trashcan shaped hole.
Driven my legacy way faster than I should have, at the limits of tire adhesion. Luckily nobody was around.

I'm Italian. . . . I don't get angry.




I get even.

Quick! Run! He's calling Al Pacino!

Probably the dumbest thing I ever did when I was pissed was to drive while I had been drinking and get popped for turning left where you aren't supposed to turn. There was no danger to anyone else except me at the time but that's no excuse.

On the way down to Buttonwillow, I managed to destroy one of my brand new Hella FF1000 fog lights. So when we got down there, I played baseball with the other one.

That, and the general throwing of tools, punching of walls, etc.

Got in a fight with the ex whom I had never faught with ever. She had a party and it was the end of the night(morning) and she was black-out wasted and I didn't realize it. Anyways, ended up leaving the house in tears at about 6:30 am, stopped and got gas and cigs, and started driving. Got to the scenic drive that runs along Lake Superior going northeast, which is a slightly windy two-lane. As soon as I hit that road, I put my foot down. I was at the top of fourth and deep into fifth the whole time. At 7:00 am in northern Minnesota, this is a really bad idea.

So I was dippin along at about 100mph, and caught a glimpse of two deer in the ditch as I flew by. I thought, shit, this is a bad time for this. 1/2 second later there was a nice doe about four feet in front of my car, which is still at about 100. A small thud and a pop from the airbag later, I'm trying to stop really fast cause the radiator got pushed in and coolant hit the motor. The steam was so heavy I couldn't see anything. I was braking so hard that the ass end got a little loose and was wagging quite a bit. Try to counter steer with an airbag hanging out of your steering wheel, its not easy. I came to a stop at about 30 degrees from straight.

When I got out, there were 12 foot boulders on the left and big trees on the right. Luckily she still ran and I moved her to the side of the road. A retired couple who lived right where I stopped came out cause they heard the squealing of my tires. They brought me in, gave me some coffee and let me usee the phone to call it in.
I blew a .034, so I was fine there, and the cop didn't give me a reckless driving ticket, which was awsome. After that, I rode a bike around Duluth for a month and a half untill I could get my baby into running shape. Duluth is not a place you want to bike if you are out of shape.

Lesson learned- A little alcohol and a lot of emotions don't mix. I'm glad to be alive.

ps- sorry about the length.

My father drove his Opel GT off the Cangamangus highway (a windy road though the White Mts. of NH) and into the woods after a fight with my mother (before they were married). He claimed he hyperventilated breathing in the fresh mountain air. A bear hunter found him. A tree had ripped the car in half and since he wasn't wearing a seat belt he was thrown under the passenger side dash. The engine was in the driver's seat. I've seen the pictures. His face is still a little uneven from it. If you know what an Opel GT is, you'd be amazed even before seeing the pictures (picture a much smaller early '70's Vette).

Steve