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The craziest story I have is how close I got to becoming part of a crazy story. It's odd now that I think about how my life seems to be censored. Back in high school I was part of a group of friends that would go out on the outskirts of my small hometown to play paintball. We'd play almost every weekend and I'd join them everytime. But, one weekend I didn't join because I think I had a cold or I was working or something. But, that one time I didn't join someone called the cops claiming that they were hearing gunshots going off. Someone called the cops on a bunch of high school kids and thus the cops showed up sporting shotguns and pistols. My friends had guns pulled on them. Luckily, the cops quickly realized what they were doing and left without any more trouble.
That was the one and only time I've almost experienced something even remotely crazy. That was maybe 8 or more years ago.