He was out with a few friends in the evening. Alcohol may have been involved also. They were walking along a big road, split into two lanes for either direction. In between were the tracks. For some reason they wanted to cross the road at a point where cars are enabled to U-turn. The light was red, but Jules was confident to catch the train. He was paying attention to the cars around him when he just crossed the rails. „Jul, watch out!“, a girl yelled with whom he was on tour. Distracted by this he stopped on the tracks: „What’s the matter?“
Then he looked to the left and saw the train slamming the brakes and sounding the horn. He knew he couldn’t avoid the crash but he instantly took a stable stand and put his arms in the front as if he was going to stop that train like the Incredible Hulk.
Of course, he didn’t. He flew some meters and slammed on the tracks. The train stood still. Jules was not really hurt in the first place, probably due to the shock and the adrenaline. He spoke to the train driver and assured he was alright. The driver saw no reason Jules shouldn’t get on the train.
So he did. Just as he entered he stood face to face with his uncle: „Hell, some lunatic just got hit by the train! Did you see that, boy?“
I can imagine quite well what he must have felt like as he admitted:
„Well, that was me…“
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
1st of May
The 1st of May in Germany is Labor Day. Apart from that, in the Rhine region, it is connected to the old tradition of May Trees. May Trees are usually birches, which you fell the night before (actually forbidden by law - you are supposed to buy one), in order to set them up in front of your girl's house. Also traditionally, this comes together with excessive drinking before, meanwhile and after.
This story is about a few guys I know who packed a handcart with beer, an axe and a ghettoblaster with no CDs but Dr. Dre's The Chronic 2001 album. For some reason they also had two CS guns and a baseball bat.
So, they started to walk, they started to drink. It wasn't long until they shot the guns for fun, probably not aware of the sound being quite close to a real gun. No problems so far. They went on walking and drinking for hours and set up one tree or another. They were on a road next to a field, where in a ditch they found some puppet. I guess they were too drunk to bother where it came from and so it was set up in the middle of the street.
Drunk like hell, they wanted some fun and hid behind the bushes to see how traffic would react. One or two cars slammed on the brakes and curved around the puppet ar walking pace. After they had their fun, Pascal suddenly had an aggressive outbreak. He tackled the puppet into the field and ripped it apart with use of the basball bat.
The third car that passed them was unfortunately the cops.
Let's summarize: These guys 1) had two stolen trees on them, 2) listened to Dr. Dre on full volume, 3) smoked pot, 4) carried two guns and a baseball bat, 5) set up a puppet in the middle of the street and 5) were incredibly pissed!
The cops got out of the car. "We heard someone put a puppet on the street here." "A puppet? We don't know what you mean." The other cop got out his torch and examined the ditch. He illuminated the two birches but did not say anything. Short annotation: If you get caught with a stolen tree and you don't have a receipt, the fine is 500 Euro per meter. Finally he found the ripped puppet. "Oh, was that you?"
Well, that is a crucial point and you really should have a very very good excuse so you don't spent a night on the police station: "No, that was somebody else before we got here."
That was a turning point: the cops wished them a good evening and drove off.
Sometimes, you simply do everything wrong but fate won't catch you because you can't walk on a straight line anymore.
This story is about a few guys I know who packed a handcart with beer, an axe and a ghettoblaster with no CDs but Dr. Dre's The Chronic 2001 album. For some reason they also had two CS guns and a baseball bat.
So, they started to walk, they started to drink. It wasn't long until they shot the guns for fun, probably not aware of the sound being quite close to a real gun. No problems so far. They went on walking and drinking for hours and set up one tree or another. They were on a road next to a field, where in a ditch they found some puppet. I guess they were too drunk to bother where it came from and so it was set up in the middle of the street.
Drunk like hell, they wanted some fun and hid behind the bushes to see how traffic would react. One or two cars slammed on the brakes and curved around the puppet ar walking pace. After they had their fun, Pascal suddenly had an aggressive outbreak. He tackled the puppet into the field and ripped it apart with use of the basball bat.
The third car that passed them was unfortunately the cops.
Let's summarize: These guys 1) had two stolen trees on them, 2) listened to Dr. Dre on full volume, 3) smoked pot, 4) carried two guns and a baseball bat, 5) set up a puppet in the middle of the street and 5) were incredibly pissed!
The cops got out of the car. "We heard someone put a puppet on the street here." "A puppet? We don't know what you mean." The other cop got out his torch and examined the ditch. He illuminated the two birches but did not say anything. Short annotation: If you get caught with a stolen tree and you don't have a receipt, the fine is 500 Euro per meter. Finally he found the ripped puppet. "Oh, was that you?"
Well, that is a crucial point and you really should have a very very good excuse so you don't spent a night on the police station: "No, that was somebody else before we got here."
That was a turning point: the cops wished them a good evening and drove off.
Sometimes, you simply do everything wrong but fate won't catch you because you can't walk on a straight line anymore.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Musical Premiere
It was a Saturday evening as Max called Chris and Arthur. They were hanging out and drinking beer when Max told them to come on over to the after-show-party of the Monty Python musical premiere: "Yess, drinks are for free!"
So, what would you do? Exactly, the two recovered their good suits from somewhere in the back of their wardrobes and got on the way. It had to be quick so they jumped into the car, without a thought of what to do with it, when they're going to be too drunk to walk.
They showed up, and it turned out that nobody wanted to check their invitations, as well as the drinks really were for free. Funnily enough, I have an exact imagination of Chris carrying approximately 15 bottles of beer under his arms. "Alright, let's drink." This supply of alcoholic beverages naturally led to drinking behavior beyond limits of control. Retrospectively, none of all three could actually tell which of the soap stars they tried to hit on. It's not surprising that there was no success.
When the party was coming to an end, they decided to move on. I can't tell what gave them the idea of doing a visit to Europe's biggest brothel across the city. You may guess their level of drunkenness, so they didn't have any idea of how to get there. They were drivin on a four-lane street with a stripe of green separating the two directions in the middle. They caught up with a cab and yelled for the direction to "Pascha". Somehow the cabdriver could make them clear, they were going the wrong way and had to move the other direction. Easiest solution here: pull over the grass strip including the two curbs at 30 mph.
Finally they arrived at the club late at night. Unfortunately the doormen found they were too pissed for either the strip club and the brothel. Max sped off to the etablissement next door and returned after half an hour. Meanwhile Arthur was getting a hold on a phonebooth. Then they found it was time to go home.
The last thing Arthut knew of this night was how he took the A 4 from Bocklemünd wich is miles from where they started and wanted to arrive. Arthur woke up in the early morning from a snapping noise which turned out to be a not cheap flower pot which Max moved to the floor rudely while ripping the windows open in the corridor. Arthur's father wondered what Max was doing there, but he was not able to convey that yet. Instead he turned around and went to bed again.
As Arthur woke up at noon, he noticed he was still wearing his suit except for the shoes and pants. Another unpleasant discovery was the huge dent in his car's fender: "No idea how that happened... "
So, what would you do? Exactly, the two recovered their good suits from somewhere in the back of their wardrobes and got on the way. It had to be quick so they jumped into the car, without a thought of what to do with it, when they're going to be too drunk to walk.
They showed up, and it turned out that nobody wanted to check their invitations, as well as the drinks really were for free. Funnily enough, I have an exact imagination of Chris carrying approximately 15 bottles of beer under his arms. "Alright, let's drink." This supply of alcoholic beverages naturally led to drinking behavior beyond limits of control. Retrospectively, none of all three could actually tell which of the soap stars they tried to hit on. It's not surprising that there was no success.
When the party was coming to an end, they decided to move on. I can't tell what gave them the idea of doing a visit to Europe's biggest brothel across the city. You may guess their level of drunkenness, so they didn't have any idea of how to get there. They were drivin on a four-lane street with a stripe of green separating the two directions in the middle. They caught up with a cab and yelled for the direction to "Pascha". Somehow the cabdriver could make them clear, they were going the wrong way and had to move the other direction. Easiest solution here: pull over the grass strip including the two curbs at 30 mph.
Finally they arrived at the club late at night. Unfortunately the doormen found they were too pissed for either the strip club and the brothel. Max sped off to the etablissement next door and returned after half an hour. Meanwhile Arthur was getting a hold on a phonebooth. Then they found it was time to go home.
The last thing Arthut knew of this night was how he took the A 4 from Bocklemünd wich is miles from where they started and wanted to arrive. Arthur woke up in the early morning from a snapping noise which turned out to be a not cheap flower pot which Max moved to the floor rudely while ripping the windows open in the corridor. Arthur's father wondered what Max was doing there, but he was not able to convey that yet. Instead he turned around and went to bed again.
As Arthur woke up at noon, he noticed he was still wearing his suit except for the shoes and pants. Another unpleasant discovery was the huge dent in his car's fender: "No idea how that happened... "
Taxi Taxi
If you live in the suburbs and go downtown on the weekends to get incredibly drunk there is four possible ways to get home:
1) you're waiting for hours for the train
2) you steal a bike somewhere and cycle if you remember the way home
3) you walk for hours, or
4) you catch a cab.
The fourth one is certainly the fastest and most comfortable option, but usually it fails because you spent all your money on your level of drunkenness.
In this case, the four guys managed to raise the money altogether - that does not mean they were any less drunk. The smallest of them sat in the front seat while in his singing-and-clapping-his-hands-mood. Daniel, who was the most shitfaced sat right behind the cabdriver.
You know what HAD to happen: Daniel was leaning against the front seat and tried to stare at one point on the floor. He became so pale, that you couldn't see any of his freckles which normally cover his entire body.
Michael, who sat right next to him, put it like that: "... and then it began..." Daniel was throwing up - not out of the window, but right behind the driver's seat. I have to note that I never met anyone who pukes with such a noise level. Sounds diverge between gagging, choking and moaning.
The problem is: if you puke into a German E-Class cab with leather interior and all that stuff, you have to pay something around 500 bucks for professional cleaning. When Michael saw that awful event right next to him, he immediately started clapping and singing louder than everybody else and advised the cab driver to turn the music up.
Just imagine it: A cab with four guys pissed as hell and one of them puking in the back while the driver is happy and humming to the music and having a good time.
When they arrived, they paid, tipped regularly and went off. Michael even ran after the cab because he forgot his gloves and wished the driver a good night.
1) you're waiting for hours for the train
2) you steal a bike somewhere and cycle if you remember the way home
3) you walk for hours, or
4) you catch a cab.
The fourth one is certainly the fastest and most comfortable option, but usually it fails because you spent all your money on your level of drunkenness.
In this case, the four guys managed to raise the money altogether - that does not mean they were any less drunk. The smallest of them sat in the front seat while in his singing-and-clapping-his-hands-mood. Daniel, who was the most shitfaced sat right behind the cabdriver.
You know what HAD to happen: Daniel was leaning against the front seat and tried to stare at one point on the floor. He became so pale, that you couldn't see any of his freckles which normally cover his entire body.
Michael, who sat right next to him, put it like that: "... and then it began..." Daniel was throwing up - not out of the window, but right behind the driver's seat. I have to note that I never met anyone who pukes with such a noise level. Sounds diverge between gagging, choking and moaning.
The problem is: if you puke into a German E-Class cab with leather interior and all that stuff, you have to pay something around 500 bucks for professional cleaning. When Michael saw that awful event right next to him, he immediately started clapping and singing louder than everybody else and advised the cab driver to turn the music up.
Just imagine it: A cab with four guys pissed as hell and one of them puking in the back while the driver is happy and humming to the music and having a good time.
When they arrived, they paid, tipped regularly and went off. Michael even ran after the cab because he forgot his gloves and wished the driver a good night.
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