Back when we were just 12, the craze for those squishy little water beads—orbz—hit us hard. One kid rocked up with a massive bag of 'em, and we figured, why not spice things up? We started chucking those slippery suckers out of a third-floor window, aiming for chaos. For a solid 15 minutes, we missed every damn shot. So, I thought, screw it, let’s up the ante—I grabbed a rock and hurled it. Boom! Dead on target. Next thing we know, some old geezer downstairs is screaming bloody murder and cussing like a sailor.

Curiosity got the better of us, so we peeked out to see the damage. Big mistake. The old man stormed out, shotgun in hand, hunting for the little shits responsible. His eyes locked on my buddy—the one who brought the orbs—and without a second thought, he blasted him right in the ass with rock salt. Poor bastard never hung out with us again after that. Arka, man, I’m sorry as hell. 😥
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