Trick or Treat 1997

One day I woke up doing my daily routine, my first hour of the day goes something like this ; two cups of black coffee, 3 cigarettes and then eat a croissant before I fresh 'n' up for another day, voila. Meanwhile that morning, I had a memory from my past looping over and over, like a roll of film on a projector in my head as if I was watching a movie marathon. Only everything seems clear and remembering that moment & the feeling I experienced as every time the flashbacks occurred, I would pick up certain things of that particular date on 31st October 1997.

Stepping out of the paddy wagon (police car - to transport arrested people). As I am walking with my friend towards his parents house, I am imitating Ice Cube's body language, I've also got a little grin on my face, a cheeky smile and thinking I am all gangsta and bad ass now. But truth to be told, that I was really afraid on how much trouble I was in and knowing my parents are going to flip the fuck out...I was terrified of that as I already was in enough trouble from a fight at school, a month before my arrest from a "trick or treat" that went a bit too far.

A week before Halloween comes around my friends and I, Runner and GingerT had noticed down the bendy, curving streets in the northern beaches, we noticed some houses started to change its outlook, Houses are filled with spooky decoration, bats floating around the front door, plastic scary skulls laying around front lawn and different sizes of orange pumpkins curved with, a look a like of Jack Skellington face from Tim Burtons film, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Us three punks kids, wanted to do something naughty, something pushing the limit with an adrenaline rush. We came up of the idea of gearing up like ninja's. I had the idea of replacing the"egging" idea with chlorine milk bombs and use it to blow up people's mailbox if we got no chocolate nor candy from the homeowners.

Halloween evening comes along as the night become darker and less younger kids on streets, we had blown up 4 letterboxes and egged some cars and windows, egged other teens from school, then went to a park as we had a BB gun and wanted to shoot at random debits from the trash can and yes we blew up a trash bin at the park as well, running away laughing historically. After that a group of surfy guys were opposite us in the park and they were calling us out and trying to figure who we were as we had our ski mask on, during 25 degree hot night. We tried to avoid them but before you know it someone throws a punch then a fight a small brakes out between my friends and the waxy crew. I pulled the gun out and holding it up yelling at them at them to F@&K OFF! I knew after that, we should have call it quits and headed home. I was bit skaken after the brawl but although we had one last CMB to burst....

On our way back, we found a letterbox and did our thing then hiding in the bushes, as I'm ready to watch the fireworks from the box, suddenly the blast goes off bigger then expected and shooting pieces in all directions in the air . Suddenly I hear GingerT say"oh shit! We gotta run guys!" because a Holden Rodeo Paddy Wagon comes out of nowhere, speeding down the street.We're running like clueless dogs then finally three officers catch on to us and hold us.

They had seen us put the bottle in the mail box, no denying there. They made me open my backpack which I did but left one pocket unzipped, Then a huge female officer pointing with one hand to the zip and the other hand siting on her belt like a Texas Ranger poser lesbian, who's telling me to unzip that pocket. I said to myself calmly, "oh god, this is NOT gonna be good" As I approach the bag, the other two are shitty themselves, I slowly pull the pistol and pull it out holding the BB little above my shoulder, immediately the three cops reach their weapons and did the whole process like you would see in a Hollywood film where cop tells the killer to lay weapon down and hands behind the head with face to the ground.

We ended up sitting in the metal dark box and on the way towards Runners house. I'll never forget the feeling I had that moment as Runner was looking down on the ground, thinking hard to find a way out. GingerT is rolling his eyes and says words that I couldn't make out as I had a smile on my face at first and kinda felt excited being all badass gangsta. After watching all those action movies, I always had wanted to have known the feelin, getting into trouble and thrown into the Paddy Wagon (Tick one off my bucket list please.Thank you).

Since we were only 14 and 15 years old and none of us three had any record, I am glad that nobody was hurt or went to check their mail box that night.As a result, a report was written up and confiscated all our weapons and the police tried to find out some information on BB gun, but none of us knew much of it as we found it in a park near school. Our parents of course we furious without a doubt. I was never allow to go trick or treating after my last halloween in 1997.