Category: Potential Death or Serious Injury: True Stories
True tales
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It’s easy to forget you are driving a lethal weapon when you are operating a forklift. Things have a way of getting really hectic and you get caught up in the chaos. There are so many things you need to think about at once: You need to be wary of the load you are carrying…
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Driving home from my job in Banksia I usually turned down Bestic Street. This was a day much unlike any other and I was happily driving on my way home. I made the turn I had done so many times before and was musing about what I would do when I got home. My mind…
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I don’t remember who I was with, but I know there were three of us. We were standing on the median strip on the Princes Highway, Tempe, facing east. Behind us northbound traffic was flowing constantly and the south bound in front of us was doing the same. Probably should have walked down to the…
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We were staying in a caravan on the beach down at Coledale. Earlier in the day when we arrived, I had noticed what looked like a cave up one end of the beach. After a night of drinking and debauchery at a pub in Thirroul we had all returned to the caravan. Pot was on…
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Plenty of alcohol and pot had been consumed that night. Danny, Tommy, Neil, Susan, Lindy and I where all out in Neil’s granny flat getting wasted on a Saturday evening. I don’t know where the trips (LSD) had come from but we had all popped one and they where well and truly messing with our…
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Ken, my boss, asked me to help him move one of those large double metal lockers downstairs. The locker was upstairs in a spare room near the kitchen. We shimmy slid it across the floor until we got to the top of the stairs. These stairs where the L shaped type with a 90 degree…
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Thinking back to Kevin’s bucks’ night from a few instalments ago I recall it was the middle of winter. Pretty much all the antics he was the brunt of involved him stripped down to his underwear. He was tied to the clothesline in his underwear and spray painted. He was tied to the headboard of…
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Wayne, Rodney and I were walking across the road from Two Shores Caravan Park at The Entrance to the beach. Our mission was to find wood so that we could have a bonfire and invite all the other youngsters for a gathering. It was going to be so cool! As soon as our feet hit…
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It was one of Wayne’s shitbox cars again. We were both drunk after a session with the boys at The Vic on the Park hotel. Driving home Wayne decided he wanted to have a little fun in the rain around Mackey Park. I still have no idea what exactly he was trying to do. He…
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Dancing away in the Sari Club in Bali and having a fantastic time. One of our mates (Jeff) slumps on a chair beside us and proceeds to spew into a nearby garbage bin. We already have another mate (Borgs) asleep on another chair nearby. Security arrives on the scene and asserts that the party is…
MINDLESS MUSINGS 