[WolfyOne]

I was climbing the school roofs at a young age and I'd throw things at my brothers from them, then duck. It used to drive them nuts not knowing who was doing it.......until the day I got caught coming down from the roof.

Don't know if any of you know what skitching on the rear bumper of a car in the snow is, but my friends and I would do it often and drivers would get pissed and start screaming at us. One day I picked the wrong car to do it on and found out rather quick it was an unmarked police car. On top of that, the cops in it knew my dad. I was in big trouble that day........twice.

When garbage cans in Chicago were metal drums, my friends and I would go through the alleys at night and play a game called Paul Revere. We'd take the lids and fly them down the alley like frisbees, yell the British are coming and run, run, run.

I even had a friend that would hot wire cars, take us for joy rides and park the car back where he got it from.

We were real bad with a bb rifle and would shoot the street lights out when it was dark outside. One day the bb caught the back of a car window and we never went down that alley again.

At 15 a cousin shot me in the leg at home with one of my brother's guns on accident. My stupid brother forgot he fired the gun out his window that day, removed the clip and handed the gun to my cousin. All I could do was scream and say, my leg, my leg, I'm going to lose my leg. My cousin grabbed a bandana and tied it around my thigh. All he could say was, I saw this on TV once, so I hope it save you. When I look back on that day, I'm thankful the bullet hit my leg because it really could have caught me anywhere. That day my guardian angel was truly watching over me.