Back when I was a dumb kid, we’d get high as kites and then ride in NYC traffic like maniacs.
Like complete and utter lunatics.
The sickest was my bike messenger days when we would get high af and alleycat all over Brooklyn. A bunch of us on fg bikes, too.
Without brakes.
It amazes me to this day that none of us were ever seriously injured or killed.

Maybe even stupider was when we would get so drunk we could barely walk and do the same thing.
I can blame it on peer pressure and the self perceived invincibility of youth but holy cow I must have been simultaneously the dumbest AND luckiest guy in the world.