I have been shot at more than once when I was young and stupid. I'll tell you about the first time I actually was shot because it was particularly terrifying, makes a good story, and was ultimately not that bad.

I was pretty young at the time. My parents got me involved with this big time drug pusher downtown. He was a big name in my town, everybody I know what getting something off him, even the old ladies. I have to say I was pretty naive at the time, but I agreed to meet him alone at his place. He seemed nice at first but he would play mind games with me to assert his dominance, like making me spend what seemed like hours alone in room while he talked with a couple goons in his operation. After what seemed like an eternity he walks in was a big smile a pulls out his piece. I was like "HOLY SHIT BRO, GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!" but he just smiled was "gotta do this to all my new boys, you understand". Obviously I started freaking the fuck out, when one of his goons rushes over and holds me down. He's got this big sadistic smile on his face as he aims at a fleshy piece in my arm. I closed my eyes and started sweating, the anticipation of the pain was excruciating. After what seemed like an hour I managed to force my eyes open while my whole body was trembling. The doctor just smiled at me, said "wasn't so bad, right?", and then the nurse gave me a lolly pop and I walked out.

I was once drawn and quartered, but they were two seperate incidents involving an artist and the lady at the Hampton toll booth.

Made Edges’ plagiarism clicky.

Not mine.

Fail.

Damn it! I mean Epoch! Son of a bitch.

But you already quoted me. If I edit it I will be destroying the thread continuity.

Think about the continuity, THE CONTINUITY!

You're confusing this with the LED thread.

continuity, in the LED thread? I don't think you know what that word means.

I am pretty sure only one of us has an EE degree, and it isn't you.

Yeah I can tell you're an electrical engineer by your poor vocabulary.


Besides your degree is worthless; Majid works in a five million dollar electrical engineering lab and he's only a mechanic.

Damn it! I mean Epoch! Son of a bitch.

I have been shot at more than once when I was young and stupid. I'll tell you about the first time I actually was shot because it was particularly terrifying, makes a good story, and was ultimately not that bad.

I was pretty young at the time. My parents got me involved with this big time drug pusher downtown. He was a big name in my town, everybody I know what getting something off him, even the old ladies. I have to say I was pretty naive at the time, but I agreed to meet him alone at his place. He seemed nice at first but he would play mind games with me to assert his dominance, like making me spend what seemed like hours alone in room while he talked with a couple goons in his operation. After what seemed like an eternity he walks in was a big smile a pulls out his piece. I was like "HOLY SHIT BRO, GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!" but he just smiled was "gotta do this to all my new boys, you understand". Obviously I started freaking the fuck out, when one of his goons rushes over and holds me down. He's got this big sadistic smile on his face as he aims at a fleshy piece in my arm. I closed my eyes and started sweating, the anticipation of the pain was excruciating. After what seemed like an hour I managed to force my eyes open while my whole body was trembling. The doctor just smiled at me, said "wasn't so bad, right?", and then the nurse gave me a lolly pop and I walked out.

Yeah I can tell you're an electrical engineer by your poor vocabulary.

Ok, pretty sure only one of us has been published in three climbing rags, two woodworking periodicals, four newspapers, and taken second in the Climbing photo contest, and that person is not you.

Wills Young tried to edit one of my stories, and I told him that other than clipping two superfluous paragraphs, every other line had to be published as written. After a short Mexican standoff via e-mail, he backed down and it ran just as the words had danced off my fingertips.

Oh, and continuity, bitch. Poor vocab my ass.

BUTHURTZ!

By the way I knew you had been published in a one climbing mag but three?!?! Good job!

Well, in the interest of full disclosure, I had two articles published in the old "Off Belay" mag that is now extinct. This was when I was a senior in high school, and so I brought them to my Engrish Comp professor in college who took them to the Dean of Students, and they both agreed that I could skip the six hour written exam to test out of class and told me, "You have an A for the course, now get out of here." I used the resultant free time to smoke pot and experiment with dangerous chemicals purchased on blotter paper.

The other two were R&I and Climbing.