[CaptainCrunch]

On one of my last days of leave, I ended up at an apartment party and puked off of the 10th story balcony.

Same leave a few days earlier, a bunch of unit buddies and me decided to put on our cammo, paint up our face and do a recon to the school down the street so that our skills stayed sharp. We ended up scaring an elderly couple sitting on their patio when we assaulted their back yard, and ended up hiding under a tree while the police searched the school yard for us.

At a party at the delta bow inn downtown to celebrate our graduation, we gave a T.V. a 5 story flying lesson.

I thought I would impress the girls at a party at fish creek (they were hot), and show them the ever famous fire leap over the flaming bbq pit, but I ended up misjudging the jump, barking my shins on the side and tumbling hands first into the fire.

I got drunk at a relatives house when I was 18, and put on my ultra cool at the time cowboys boots so that we could go to the bar. I took a step onto the grass into a gopher hole and snapped my ankle. I took a swing at an orderly when he decided to cut my boot off at the hospital and found out that they won't give you pain medicine when your drunk, but the act of extending and setting my ankle made me sober in a hurry.