Some Stupid Crap I’ve Done!

5 min readApr 25, 2023

Stupid Crap I’ve Done

by Brad Foster, 2023

A listicle, because I know how much Smillew loves listicles. And since it was his birthday recently (Happy B-Day, Smillew!), I can think of no better gift!

I’m sure there’s more stupid crap I’ve done, but this is what comes to mind so far:

  • Circa 1976–77: When I was about five or six years old, my friend (whose name I don’t recall. Come on, gimme a break, that was well over 40 years ago!) and I explored a construction site in Virginia where I lived from 1972–1977. We sneaked (snuck?) through a gap in the chain-link fence, which I’m sure had a “No Trespassing” sign. We gleefully bounded down to the vast plain of mud and stagnant brown ponds. I had the bright idea to jump into one of those “swimming holes”. Within a few minutes, I felt an intense pain in my left knee. I was sure it was a shark.

“There’s a shark in here!! I got bit by a shark!”, I hollered.

My friend ran off, and I was left alone.

“Thanks, you dick!” I might have thought at the time, if I had such a vocabulary.

Unbeknownst to me, my friend made his way to my house. He hammered on the door and when my mother answered, he shouted: “Brad’s dead…he’s DEAD!”

I don’t know what transpired after “Dr. McCoy” made his dire analysis, but I was rushed to a military hospital and ended up with a four inch scar in my knee.