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UER Forum > Journal Index > breakdown of order > it was sept. 2005... (Viewed 2002 times)
it was sept. 2005...
entry by tag_cryptic 
4/13/2006 9:22 PM



i had been enrolled in UNC greensboro for almost a month. that was a month of, among other things, extreme hesitation to participate in UE. i just spent four years of my life working for a shitload of scholarships and wasn't about to throw it away on some b&e charge. i trained at the gym, frequented climbing walls, i even tried out for the varsity soccer team (on an impulse) just to divert energy away from my addiction to UE. had i known about this site, i may have read more and got in trouble less.

it was friday; i was SICK of higher education and pissed off about it. "let these morons drink themselves retarded," i thought to myself. "i'm out." i grabbed my pack and started walking down the tracks. a few days prior i had spotted an abandonment while hitching a ride in a friend's car, but would never have convinced them to stop and check it out with me. i estimated it to be four or five miles off campus. walkable distance, so i started off in that direction.

i caught a slow moving freighter across the better part of large train-yard (always a good time), but had to leg the rest of the journey. i packed food for an overnight excursion, so i wasn't too worried about getting lost. i left early morning. the sun was at its zenith when i arrived before the ivy covered, 4 story mass of deteriorating brick. i intended on returning later that evening, but when i saw nothing around except a span of empty tracks on one side and a quiet street to the other, i tossed my inhibitions to the air and went in for a look. i needed this, or i'd go insane among academic frivolities and prepackaged recreation.

all doors and windows were locked. after a good deal of searching among thick brush and trees that had grown up against the back of the structure, i found a large ventilation shaft sticking horizontal out the first floor. perfect. i nestled my book-bag in some bushes, pulled a wire screen off the shaft, strapped on my gas-mask and wiggled through. after a short crawl and a not so short drop out of the shaft, i was in. once the dust cleared i took in my surroundings. it was a dark, windowless, trashed, office room with desks and pipes and tires strewn everywhere. a THICK layer of dust coated everything. i engaged in the usual strolling about- picking up this, poking at that... until i wandered into a corridor. it had carpet. there was no more dust in the rooms. the desks were no longer trashed and shit piled everywhere. as a matter of fact, what was that little red light... *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

FUCK.

the alarm was deafening... or maybe my heightened sensitivity made it unbearably loud. i sprinted back to the vent shaft. it was like 12 feet up. not happening for this white boy. there were no windows on that side either. i ran back to the corridor... first one direction, then the other... just like a rabbit in headlights i darted around looking for someway out ANYWAY OUT. the building was too large to perimeter search given the circumstances. my precious scholarships flashed before my eyes. ok, just open the front door and walk out, right? wrong. the ground dropped significantly at the front of the building, so whereas i entered the first floor from the back thru the shaft, i looked over the second story from the front. i would have to find stairs and that would take more time than had. i could hear sirens in the distance.

i picked up a cinder block and rushed the nearest window.

without thinking, only reacting... i tossed the block into the air at a large, single pane of glass. it crashed thru it's target and fell to the ground. i followed it's example. the next 10 minutes or so is a blur, but i remember mental images like stand still pictures. i looked across the quiet street before me. a bunch of mexicans were working on a truck about 70 feet away when they spotted me leap from the building in a shower of glass. they were motionless. i, however was not. fences passed under me as i defied gravity in my flight from the premises. i thought about simply walking back down the tracks and away from there, but this was impossible for a number of reasons. first, it was noon and i'd be seen easily. second, i was filthy... never a good thing when bs'ing a cop. third, there was hardly anyone else around (except the mexicans). fourth, there was that little matter of blood flowing from a gash on my left hand. the cut was near my wrist, but not going to cause anymore trouble than extreme suspicion. i dont know how, now that i think about it, but i managed 4 fences (that i remember) using only my right hand. i ran parallel to the tracks thru a residential area. more fences, more bushes and apartments. no where to hide that couldn't be spotted. i came across a small business and jogged in. "excuse me sir," i calmly addressed the guy behind a desk. thru gasps of breath i explained, "i had an accident on my bike and need to wash this off." i showed him my hand and he hurried me out the door, saying something about the blood getting on his floor. "ok, do you have a hose or something?" i tried to salvage the situation. i needed to get that blood off me, or i'd be caught.. eh... red handed *cough*. he looked at me incredulously. "so where's your bike?" i answered that i left it up the street and feigned mild irritation to his questions. then he dropped it on me. "are you sure the law isn't after you, boy?" "of course not!" he was already in his office at the phone. i vowed at that moment to burn his shop to the ground later. needless to say, i was outa sight in seconds. to cover my left hand, i took my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around the wound.

eventually, i found cover in a large patch of brush overlooking the tracks. to the other side was a dumpster and adjacent parking lot for a restaurant of some sorts. so there i sat. i had been in scrapes like this before, but never midday, and not in an area completely foreign to me. i was sure no one had seen me scramble out of sight, but was still nervous to say the least. i heard sirens getting near. obviously my friend at the shop pointed the cops in my direction. and now they had a description. i decided the best thing to do was to sit tight and wait for the sun to set. looking back, i probably could have just waited for a few hours before returning, and i probably could have returned to the old building to get my bag too, but i was relatively inexperienced and all the more paranoid as a result.

i dozed on and off. the sun steadily curved a giant arc across the sky. it was actually relaxing and gave me a lot of time to think... meditate... just watch trees and birds and...."WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" a groundhog sat 2 feet away from my face. it was just looking at me. i kid you not. i almost shit myself. why? i dont know why a damn groundhog could give me such a startle, but there it was. those beady little eyes fixed on me. like it wanted something. i shooed it away, only for it to return again later... and then again later. it wouldn't leave me alone. i thought it may be rabid, but then realized i was laying over the top of a small hole. it just wanted to go home like me.

i'll conclude this story by saying both i and the groundhog made it to our homes that night without any more trouble. sure, i was cut, bug bitten, hungry, and exhausted, but i mean, we all have to learn somehow, right?



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Re: it was sept. 2005...
< Reply # 1 on 4/16/2006 4:18 AM >
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Very Impressive. I expected you to shinny out the pipe but this was so much more ballsy and hardcore. And entertaining. Hopefully you won't have to do this again, but if you do, tell us about it!
Also, I like your writing style and emphasize with the scholarship thing. If I lost it for something stupid it would I'd be horrified with myself adn pissed that its gonaa take thousands to repair the damage.




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