| hrm, i found this while digging through my archive of word documents.
i used to do some crazy stuff.
here are some snippits from an old journal, i wrote these my first year after highschool
I'm addicted to Adrenaline.
It all started at about 106 miles per
hour, and didn't end till until the rev limiter kicked in at 145mph.
Time slowed down, I stopped thinking, and I was acting on raw
reflexes. I felt unstoppable. It was intense. I felt that I had
so much control over the situation by reacting in such a manner that
was natural to me.
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Soon, driving my car too fast was not
enough. 145 Miles per hour down the interstate was childs play. It
got boring, there was no challenge. So I moved on to looking for
obstacles to “react” to. Having a surprise corner, in a
unfamiliar rural roads at 85 miles per hour to react you was a good
way to get a fix. I am sure, in some rural corners, you can still
see skid marks that prove that my animalistic reactions of survival
were still intact and working.
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Driving fast all the time wasn't
enough of a fix for me. Soon I started climbing things. Sure,
anybody can climb trees, so climbing quickly progressed into the more
illegal activity of trespassing and climbing buildings. No safety
harness, no idea, I would make it a goal to get to the top. Then
when I was at the top, I had to figure out how to get down. It was a
great way to get a rush, and there always seemed to be some sort of
challenge, which amplified the rush of adrenaline. However this
challenge aspect was a down fall too. For ever time I failed because
a building was too well protected against climbers, I was left with a
larger feeling of emptiness, and a larger craving.
man.. im sorta glad i diden't end up killing myself and grew up a little.
some of the things we did when were young eh?
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