In my youth I did a lot of crazy things and got into a lot of trouble because of my carefree and impulsive attitude. But one of my greatest misadventures happened on a Saturday in July of the 1980s when my best friend and I were returning home after spending a very fun afternoon on the beach with our girlfriends. We had had quite a few beers and we were very excited, we really wanted to continue having fun, so we left the girls at home and went in search of adventure.
On the way we passed in front of one of the most popular clubs in the city and noticed that the parking lot was full of cars, we remember that a concert by one of the most popular singers of that time in my country was performing there: Ricardo Montaner. Suddenly it occurred to us to go to the concert, but there was a detail, we had not bought the ticket and we had no money to buy it, so without much thought we decided to sneak into the concert.
Many crazy ideas of how to sneak in arose in our minds, but none seemed to work, we tried to enter via the main entrance and they did not let us in. The concert had already started and we were listening to the music, the applause and the songs from outside, that encouraged us a lot.
Suddenly a worse insanity occurred to us, we saw that on the side of the parking lot there was a not very large wall and we thought we could jump it and enter the concert, but when we reached the wall we saw that it was too high, so we took a tree trunk fallen and with some effort we put it on the fence and started to climb, I went up first and I could see people dancing and screaming. I could even see Montaner on the platform, I already felt inside enjoying that concert.
I called my friend, but he did not answer me, when I looked down I saw a watchman who was pointing a shotgun at me and shouted at me: "Get off immediately!". My friend was next to two more watchmen who were holding him by the arms, I realized I had to go down.
After I got off my friend did something unusual, he pushed the guards and ran, I did exactly the same, we ran in different directions and heard two rifle detonations, without looking back and very scared we got to the car, we got on and went to high speed, the adrenaline ran through our body and after a few minutes we started to laugh out loud and scream like crazy.
That was crazy and idiocy on our part, but I will never forget that adventure on that Saturday in July of the eighties, memories that will always last in my memory.
This post was made as an entry for Hive Creative Contest, from @zord189