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Location: Cleveland Gender: Male Total Likes: 119 likes
| | | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 167 on 9/27/2013 5:46 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by jeepdave Bees. Fucking bees. I hate fucking Bees. I detest bees. Whats better, is walkin the back way to a score, steppin on a bees nest, runnin OUT OF YOUR FUCKING SHOES, tripping, fallin, getting stung on your face AND FUCKING BARE FEET CAUSE ONE FOUND A WAY INTO YOUR GODDAMN SOCK! I mean really? You stung my fuckin foot. And you can't get back at a bee. Its a fucking bee. What can you do to a bee. Nothing, thats what you can do. Not a GODDAMN FUCKING THING. So, now, you don't want to explore. You are a solid mile of woods and rocks and gravel road from your car. You can't find your shoes because the fuckin shoe fairy of the wood must have gotten them, and it wouldn't fit your left foot anymore since its swollen up. So you walk. Barefoot. With one throbbing. With your lip swollen due to a sting, along with the 10 other stings you have. All the way back to your car. A cop is the least of your worries and at that point, you will just knock the shit out of him anyway because maybe, just maybe, he will pull out the gun and put you out of your misery.
So yeah, fuck bees.
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| | | Re: Times caught by the police as a rookie UE < Reply # 171 on 1/5/2014 10:38 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Me and my friend used to go check out the mostly-abandoned Rantoul Air Force Base late at night around midnight to 2 AM every other week. It was one of the first 'real' places I did urbex and the place was an absolute gold mine of places to explore. One night while looking around for a new place on the compound we pulled into an empty parking lot and got ready to get out. Right as I start getting unbuckled the whole place lights up with a blinding red and blue flash. It felt completely surreal. I looked at my friend, eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape, and I have to imagine I had the same look he did. Didn't feel like it was really happening. I can't remember if either of us said anything to each other, but if we did it was probably something along the lines of "well, shit". Anyway, two young officers hop out of a black SUV and walk up, and ask us to step out of the car. We're patted down and told to stand still while they search the car. They pop back out two minutes later seemingly satisfied, and were happy to inform us there were no drugs in the car. I took over and tried to point out our large, expensive cameras in the back seats. They seemed content with the explanation that we were harmless photographers. Before we were cut loose the officer felt obligated to ask what our respirators were for. He explained that although we clearly weren't drug dealers, there had been a recent epidemic of copper thieves in the area. (Apparently our respirators were more evidence of being scrappers than my friend's crowbar/Ka-Bar combo that he insists on carrying everywhere, which I'm not sure if they actually found...) I panicked and went silent. My friend came up with the most seemingly bizarre excuse I could have imagined: "My parents are preppers." The officer thought for a second and gave him an understanding nod. We were then told to go straight home and try coming back during daylight hours. Needless to say we never came back. That's as close as I've come to the bad side of law enforcement thus far and as close as I want to come. Heard on tumblr that the place is being demolished soon, or something like that. RIP Rantoul AFB.
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