Comments on: Win a Copy of “Heads on and We Shoot” Signed by Jonze and Eggers

By: Conradio

Conradio — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:43:04 +0000

I started a fire in a field of hay. I was too young to know it would spread like it did.
Even though this happened about 25 years ago, my brother still threatens to tell my Mum.

By: crystale

crystale — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:02:20 +0000

After 10-years as an Art Director, I took a 6-month sabbatical during which I spent a month volunteering in the basin of the Peruvian Amazon doing manual labor at a research center involving extended hours wielding a machete. The work itself wasn't necessarily wild, but we had a pet Capybara (aka the largest rodent in the world) named Ron who would bathe with us daily in the Amazon's murky Tambopata river as we waved at passing tourist boats. Pretty surreal, but I have to admit that I do miss that large, lovable 125-lb rodent.

By: modry

modry — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 03:29:19 +0000

Sixteen years ago I headed out to Prague from SF, didn't speak Czech. I had only the address of a friend of a friend, he was expecting me but didn't have a phone. After 3 planes, arriving in Prague at night, taking the metro and a cab to his house, I saw the building was under construction, with the silhouette of a tall man in the doorway. It was Petr, and he and his girlfriend had dinner waiting. I ended up moving to Prague for a year, a multi-colored-haired punk rock girl in a city with brown air.

By: Gareth

Gareth — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 02:29:51 +0000

When I was a teenager we lived out in the country miles from anywhere. On the night of my final High School exam, at two am in the morning, my sister, the boy next door and myself jumped in my beaten up old red Datsun in our pyjamas and drove to the big city. It took us three hours to get there. Amongst other things we met a girl called Jilly and we were pulled over by the police in the scariest part of town because my sister had her feet with big fluffy slippers on poking out the back seat window as I drove around. We ended up on a beach at dawn and watched the sun come up. It was the day when I started growing up.

By: Sari

Sari — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:59:51 +0000

i drew my own version of where the wild things are and sent it to my husband in jail. super wild!

By: 100buckchuck

100buckchuck — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:57:18 +0000

The wildest thing I've ever done? Well, I ran around the block in my neighborhood in the wee a.m. hours screaming at the top of my lungs. I was barefooted and topless in my boxer shorts! Man, that was wild (and fun). LOL. Sometimes you gotta let loose when life gets thick.

By: oy1

oy1 — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:37:42 +0000

i drank from a stream in the wadi musa (jordan)

By: Max

Max — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:34:15 +0000

The wildest thing I have ever done is change my name from Seth to Max after reading the book Where The Wild Things Are. As a child, I loved this book and got it into my head that I wanted to be named after the kid in the wolf suit. When I told my parents of my decision, they thought it was cute and a temporary fixation. After a couple days of calling me Max, they began to call me Seth again. But I ignored them, refusing to speak until they called me Max, sometimes not even responding to a call for supper just to make my point. On the first day of kindergarten, I had my mom make me a t-shirt with iron letters spelling out Max so that everyone would know my new moniker. I marched up to the teacher and said that even though my name was listed as Seth on the student roster, I was actually Max (incidentally, I got bumped in the nose that day and had a major bloody nose all over my shirt, but still refused to take it off). As I got to be a teenager, my student record was under Max, my medical records and birth social security number were under Seth, the military was sending me recruitment letters addressed to both Seth and Max. It was getting confusing. So, at age 18, I found myself in court, wedged somewhere between a domestic abuse case and divorce proceeding, standing in front of the judge explaining why I wanted to change my name. He heard my tale, cracked a slight smile, banged the gavel and pronounced me as Max. And so for $70 (the fee for a name change at that time) and a lot of patience and stubbornness, I finally got the name I was supposed to have: Max.

By: mbritt

mbritt — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:32:55 +0000

When I was 19 I hopped a train from Seattle, heading to SF to visit friends, but got pulled off by Roger, the Bull in Klamath Falls. We were riding under an 18 wheeler on a platform (a piggyback), thats how Roger caught us. Got sent to jail, but the cells were already full with other train hoppers. So hitchiked, got a ride with a trucker in his rig. He dropped us off in Oakland, we barted to the city and had burritos when we got to the Mission. Rad! I suppose the Greyhound bus ride back down to Klamath for my court date adds an extra degree of "wild" to an already wild time.

By: crispauel

crispauel — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:23:13 +0000

the wildest thing I've done is to be alive