When I lived in Japan, they used to have these cement slides. They were large-smooth slabs of cement on the side of hills. You could go down on your butt, or grab cardboard or wax-paper and fly down them. Anyway, we would take bottle rockets and launch them up the hill and they would land on the adjacent baseball field. Well, one day the school's baseball team had enough, and they chased us. Well, I had my dad's large 5" switchblade and thought that I would stay back and fight them. I don't remember how the knife got knocked out of my hand, but it did and I got beat pretty good. I managed to make it home and told my parents that the Japanese gang beat me up.
Actually, in fact, I did alot of stupid things in Japan, coming to think about it. It mostly involved fireworks and shoplifting though. We tried to steal a car once, but that didn't work out.
-Ducky