My turn! My turn!
I have taken heroin, crystal meth, morning glory and and weed.
I have engaged in sexual and religious tourism. I have seen the sun come up over the Eiger, and flown over Etna. I have seen a human head come off. I have broken both my legs, my left index finger and blocked the toilets in the Dorchester. I have had a gun pointed at my head.

These days, I live in a medium sized house, with a medium sized car, with a woman I've been married to for 21 years. Our child is academically mediocre, and rather fat. Most of my friends' conversations revolve round their ailments. My job involves driving the same route every day.

It looks boring. It's great. No more screaming in terror, no more guilt, no more waiting for the tests to come back negative.

The thing I'd like to do before I die? Lie between clean sheets, and gently drift away to the sound of my loved ones' voices.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 12:30, 2 replies)

I think theres a difference
This is about things to do before you die. Rather than just life experiences. Things that people want to do is based on good things and achievements. Witnessing someone losing their head, or going out of it on crystal meth or damaging yourself isnt something people want to do before they die.

This is post is about those that got themselves all loved up, to the point where they can no longer do the things that they want to do before they die, because of their commitments to family. At the time they thought it was the best thing on earth, but having regrets later in life about not seing the sun come up of the Eiger is the issue.

So many people have jumped down my throat on this, but its quite obvious that people from /talk have been making themselves over to QOTW.
(Miggyman, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 12:47, closed)

Morning glory?
I assume you mean the flower seeds.
Don't know anyone who's tried that. What was it like?
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 13:21, closed)

Not much fun
Violent stomach cramps, visual distortions, then the Virgin Mary appeared and looked at me with pity and disapproval.

Six weeks later I turned down a tab of acid; I might have got the Infant of Prague, the horrible little bugger.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Wed 20 Oct 2010, 12:11, closed)