No doubt.
When you wrote, ...Just as I stopped I felt warm breath down my neck...I was thinking you were going to say a warm feeling down your leg.
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Do you have any scary encounters? (stalkers,robbers,murderers,th ugs,pedophiles etc)
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No doubt.
When you wrote, ...Just as I stopped I felt warm breath down my neck...I was thinking you were going to say a warm feeling down your leg.
Loved your tale of woe Jamie! You are determined... and succeeded in spite of it all
thanks for the very kind words Mr P.
was a shame to have successfully navigated French customs only to be taxed by some scallywags, but that, my friend, is the big edumacation we call life!
Lesson One. Never trust anyone who talks like a 1920's villain.
For Jamie.
Lesson Two. No matter how large a man is, an eye socket is soft. If a man has no eyes, he can't do much fighting. There are few places on a body that make all men equal, no matter their size. Eyes qualify.
Larger men are sometimes at a disadvantage. Because they are large they have a sense of security. Transform that security into a false sense. Play into it for him.
They also have large vital organs that make great targets. You have more target area to work with in terms of the heart and lungs. Overall it's easier to stop a large man because they are perfect silhouettes. Big heart. Big lungs. Slow moving.
You have about 7" to work with on an average mans head. Imagine the work you can do with a 44" chest. One tiny hole in those lungs and you're home free. You've got nearly 2 foot across to operate with. Paint your masterpiece once you qualify your threat.
Big men and big knives are made to scare. But are they made to kill? Don't hurt people undue. Do go home alive.
Finally, Killers don't ask for permission, they kill.
Lesson Two. No matter how large a man is, an eye socket is soft. If a man has no eyes, he can't do much fighting. There are few places on a body that make all men equal, no matter their size. Eyes qualify.
Larger men are sometimes at a disadvantage. Because they are large they have a sense of security. Transform that security into a false sense. Play into it for him.
They also have large vital organs that make great targets. You have more target area to work with in terms of the heart and lungs. Overall it's easier to stop a large man because they are perfect silhouettes. Big heart. Big lungs. Slow moving.
You have about 7" to work with on an average mans head. Imagine the work you can do with a 44" chest. One tiny hole in those lungs and you're home free. You've got nearly 2 foot across to operate with. Paint your masterpiece once you qualify your threat.
Big men and big knives are made to scare. But are they made to kill? Don't hurt people undue. Do go home alive.
Finally, Killers don't ask for permission, they kill.
Hit first, fast, and furiously:
Some douchebag was hitting his gf when I came around the corner in the bar, I grabbed him by his tie (it was a nice joint) and pinned him to the wall while the chick I was with took his gf into the bathroom for security and to calm her down, this guy was considerably bigger than me (5'8" against an easy 6'1") but had been drinking. So this clown starts to threaten me which was a joke, I was seconds away from ruining his month when my very tight bro Paul walks into the bar and sees me restraining this guy; Paul asks me what was going on and I said, "not much, this prick was just threatening me." But I really knew that I had things under control.
Boom! In an instant Paul (who is only 5'6") knocks me down as he pushed me aside and he commenced to beat the ever lovin' shit out of this guy, Paul (a former Marine) didn't let up as he broke some ribs and the idiots nose (maybe his jaw too) as well, because I'd already had him pinned to the wall Paul's assault (5-10 seconds?
) kept him from falling as he beat him like he was a boxer's heavy bag. When Paul stopped hitting him he dropped to the floor.When the girls came out of the bathroom they both shrieked in horror at the sight of of the bloody mess crumpled at our feet, I told Paul to get out of there, and after grabbing our jackets me & that chick took off too before the cops could get there. I'd been trying to get a date with that hottie for months but after that she wouldn't return my calls ever again.
One of my dad's shipboard duties during WWII was being a boxing instructor, he taught me how to fight; Paul of course got his hand to hand experience in the Marines. He claimed to owe me a 'life debt' though. After his service stint he got into a bad jam and did a year in a Florida prison, his family disowned him but being such a tight friend I could never do that; I sent him white socks, t-shirts, undies and magazine subscriptions, I also sent $$$ for his commissary account too, never mind the expense of all the collect calls to my home. This is what you do for a brother in need.
Long post, I know:
Two years later I'm dating a gal Nancy, she'd broken up with her ex months before but he always kept coming around her place like a stalker; Al was a body builder and Nancy was 95 pounds soaking wet, not that it matters when it's a guy against a girl. Nancy wakes me up @ 6am one morning and she was beat to hell, broken nose, two black eyes, hair torn from her head, Al had beaten her up after I left her place the night before.
Nancy begged for me to not avenge the beating but my mind was made up, to even the odds (as in Al vs. Nancy) I called on Paul to help with this steroid laden piece of shit. The very next night I set off the alarm to his Corvette parked in his driveway, Al came running out baseball bat in hand and was ready to beat the shadowy figure bent down beside his car. He never saw Paul waiting around the corner of his home, Paul cracked him in the face/head with a single punch and down he went, Paul grabbed that bat and worked over his legs/knees, Al was on crutches for months and needless to say he never bothered Nancy again.
Lmao, me & Nancy split up about 4 months later after a big argument, I'm walking to my car when she runs me over with her little Mustang II, she gave me a spiral fracture of my ankle breaking it in 7 places. I was on crutches/cane for months after spending 10 days in the hospital where they put 2 pins and a steel plate w/5 screws into my ankle to hold it together. We lived in a small community, I was sure that Al got a kick out of that.......
Now even though I could handle myself in a fight I did call on Paul for that one instance w/Al, it was nice to know though that he always had my back.
I was letting this thread fade, but here is another one. I was nearly kidnapped by a Satanist when I was 18.
It was about Midnight, and I had just turned 18. In truth, I was getting gas, and heading to an adult book store down the road. One of my first ventures into adult bookstores, and pretty much one of my last too. I waited until the parents were sleeping, and headed out less than 2 miles from home.
I'm pumping gas at a lonely station when I get approached by an older white woman in her mid-thirties or thereabouts. She was waiting there ahead of me with the passenger door open when I pulled up to get gas. And now, she wants me to help her with pumping her gas.
She starts telling me that she has no idea how to open the gas tank on her car. Interestingly, my grandmother owned that same car years earlier so I know exactly how to open the tank. There are two buttons inside your glove compartment, press the orange one, the gas cover will pop open. Not good enough.
She starts feigning weakness and tries to convince me to get into her car and push the button for her. Everything about this feels wrong. I look into her car, explaining once more, push the orange button, pointing directly at it. She's looking at it, telling me she doesn't understand how to do it. How to push an orange button. I keep pumping my gas and wrapping up, getting ready to leave. It's now been about 3 minutes she's spent trying to get me to get into that car and push this button for her. Even my grandmother could have pushed that button.
I notice the entire car is covered in blankets and afghans, not only blankets, but lots of multi-colored, multi-patterned blankets. The entire back seat is covered, Pulp Fiction style. The front passenger seat is also covered, in fact all that isn't covered is the drivers seat.
No thanks.
I politely and sternly told her no, press the orange button. Good luck.
Who knows why she wanted me to push that button for her. Could have been something poisonous on the button itself, or a needle hidden under the blankets and quilts on the passenger seat, and throughout the car. She more or less begged me for 3 or 5 minutes to get into that car, until I drove off. Everything about her was wrong.
It was about Midnight, and I had just turned 18. In truth, I was getting gas, and heading to an adult book store down the road. One of my first ventures into adult bookstores, and pretty much one of my last too. I waited until the parents were sleeping, and headed out less than 2 miles from home.
I'm pumping gas at a lonely station when I get approached by an older white woman in her mid-thirties or thereabouts. She was waiting there ahead of me with the passenger door open when I pulled up to get gas. And now, she wants me to help her with pumping her gas.
She starts telling me that she has no idea how to open the gas tank on her car. Interestingly, my grandmother owned that same car years earlier so I know exactly how to open the tank. There are two buttons inside your glove compartment, press the orange one, the gas cover will pop open. Not good enough.
She starts feigning weakness and tries to convince me to get into her car and push the button for her. Everything about this feels wrong. I look into her car, explaining once more, push the orange button, pointing directly at it. She's looking at it, telling me she doesn't understand how to do it. How to push an orange button. I keep pumping my gas and wrapping up, getting ready to leave. It's now been about 3 minutes she's spent trying to get me to get into that car and push this button for her. Even my grandmother could have pushed that button.
I notice the entire car is covered in blankets and afghans, not only blankets, but lots of multi-colored, multi-patterned blankets. The entire back seat is covered, Pulp Fiction style. The front passenger seat is also covered, in fact all that isn't covered is the drivers seat.
No thanks.
I politely and sternly told her no, press the orange button. Good luck.
Who knows why she wanted me to push that button for her. Could have been something poisonous on the button itself, or a needle hidden under the blankets and quilts on the passenger seat, and throughout the car. She more or less begged me for 3 or 5 minutes to get into that car, until I drove off. Everything about her was wrong.
Right after Y2K I had been in several bad car accidents, cars spinning on one wheel, that sort of thing; so I wouldn't go into a store due to trauma, and spent some time living with my mom. I was T-boned to the point that every time I was in a car that turned left, for nearly 2 years I saw a ghost image of the truck that T-boned me, and the baby that was sitting in the passenger seat in a car seat coming head on. It was burned into the neural network of my brain.
This led me to sit in her car a lot while she did the shopping. I wanted to get out of the house, but I didn't want to be around people. One of those days I watched this woman attempt to grab a child.
In the somewhat twisted words of Ronnie James Dio, you can her see stripes, but you know she's clean. She was definitely a junkie that had cleaned up and taken a shower. Clean looking and sober looking, but not clean, if you know what I mean. Trying too hard to be straight.
I watched her hanging outside a drug store for 20 minutes and saw her watching people. Then she springs into action. A woman with an armful of groceries and a small child come out of the store, she follows them. Not side by side, but pretty much in a stalking fashion following behind, then she attempts to engage them in conversation near the woman's car.
I'm maybe 60 feet away, and though I can't clearly hear, I can see she's more or less panhandling, but that's not what she's really doing. This woman is distracted with the groceries and the kid and now the woman, plus the woman has her cornered at her trunk. You can see plain as day that this woman is working on taking this kid, but I'm watching.
I'm betting the would be victim doesn't quite understand what is happening, but you can tell she is getting a bad vibe. The kidnapper is talking to the woman at her trunk, but keeps moving to the side of the car where the kid is, waiting to be let into the car. In the end, the woman sees what's up and picks up her kid and gets out of there.
Woman or not, PTSD or not, I was ready to put this junkie through a car window until police could arrive. I'm sure she was working with someone nearby. Watch out for those kids. Don't let anybody walk up on you. Don't hesitate to yell, "get back". Let everyone around you know what's up, not everybody is a coward. Almost everybody, but not everybody.
This led me to sit in her car a lot while she did the shopping. I wanted to get out of the house, but I didn't want to be around people. One of those days I watched this woman attempt to grab a child.
In the somewhat twisted words of Ronnie James Dio, you can her see stripes, but you know she's clean. She was definitely a junkie that had cleaned up and taken a shower. Clean looking and sober looking, but not clean, if you know what I mean. Trying too hard to be straight.
I watched her hanging outside a drug store for 20 minutes and saw her watching people. Then she springs into action. A woman with an armful of groceries and a small child come out of the store, she follows them. Not side by side, but pretty much in a stalking fashion following behind, then she attempts to engage them in conversation near the woman's car.
I'm maybe 60 feet away, and though I can't clearly hear, I can see she's more or less panhandling, but that's not what she's really doing. This woman is distracted with the groceries and the kid and now the woman, plus the woman has her cornered at her trunk. You can see plain as day that this woman is working on taking this kid, but I'm watching.
I'm betting the would be victim doesn't quite understand what is happening, but you can tell she is getting a bad vibe. The kidnapper is talking to the woman at her trunk, but keeps moving to the side of the car where the kid is, waiting to be let into the car. In the end, the woman sees what's up and picks up her kid and gets out of there.
Woman or not, PTSD or not, I was ready to put this junkie through a car window until police could arrive. I'm sure she was working with someone nearby. Watch out for those kids. Don't let anybody walk up on you. Don't hesitate to yell, "get back". Let everyone around you know what's up, not everybody is a coward. Almost everybody, but not everybody.
Criminals want to engage you in a conversation. They want to square off and size you up. Never engage a conversation and never square off. If they get you that far, they've almost got you.
Walk, speed walk, just don't run and get out of there. Never let your feet and shoulders go square with them and never engage them in conversation. Get out of there, draw attention to yourself and let them know they'll at least lose an eye or two, if not their life. Not by what you say, but what you don't say, and how you carry yourself in response. It could mean the difference in life and death. Also, never let your kids out of your sight. Don't get distracted.
Someone tried to grab me when I was 5, but... I'm still here. A lot of people have tried a lot of things. Make sure you ruin their day.
I've seen a lot of things in life that I've seen in movies. I thought they were total bullshit in the movies, only to find out later in life that it was real. Saw a man with no face once. My brain blocked out that his face was crushed, and filled in the spots with a pixelated blackness. I guess my brain or mind couldn't handle what I was seeing, so it erased the missing face and replaced it with a blank black spot.
Also had a metal car seat wrapped around my head, in the shape of my head once. I couldn't remember who I was, or rather what my name was, or where I lived. But I knew to check my ID to see who I was. I always thought amnesia was total bullshit up until that point. Should have gave those stories their proper due, but if you wanted a book you'd go read a book.
Walk, speed walk, just don't run and get out of there. Never let your feet and shoulders go square with them and never engage them in conversation. Get out of there, draw attention to yourself and let them know they'll at least lose an eye or two, if not their life. Not by what you say, but what you don't say, and how you carry yourself in response. It could mean the difference in life and death. Also, never let your kids out of your sight. Don't get distracted.
Someone tried to grab me when I was 5, but... I'm still here. A lot of people have tried a lot of things. Make sure you ruin their day.
I've seen a lot of things in life that I've seen in movies. I thought they were total bullshit in the movies, only to find out later in life that it was real. Saw a man with no face once. My brain blocked out that his face was crushed, and filled in the spots with a pixelated blackness. I guess my brain or mind couldn't handle what I was seeing, so it erased the missing face and replaced it with a blank black spot.
Also had a metal car seat wrapped around my head, in the shape of my head once. I couldn't remember who I was, or rather what my name was, or where I lived. But I knew to check my ID to see who I was. I always thought amnesia was total bullshit up until that point. Should have gave those stories their proper due, but if you wanted a book you'd go read a book.
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When I was 15 my family went on a cruise. On our stop in Jamaica some sketchy guy offered to sell me some weed. I gave him $20 and he gave me a smelly folded up napkin. I tried to say something and he snapped at me. The look in his eyes was primal. Scared the hell out of the 15 year old me. The me now a days would have grabbed him by the dreads and given him a beating.
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smart arse tried to pinch my marbles by standing on them in the mud , lol I punched him in the guts he dropped into pool of water an near drowned, I left him there.one of many lies.
ohh THOSE kinda stories
I brokered a 10 pack deal at 5000 each between two friends for some uptown haze. One kid moved massive amounts of weed and needed to fill a gap and was willing to pay for quick ten pack of proper tops. The one who was getting the weed was all street, always had been, seen him involved in serious drama many times before.
Make a long story short his hook shows up with packs of fluffy beasters (he called them feadies for fake headies) and the buddy I brought who was grabbing the packs was like I can't do anything with that (was supposed to be uptown). Now it got weird when his hook came by (checked us for wires, etc) but I got downright afraid for my life when my one buddy declined the deal.
My other buddy was seriously pissed the deal was falling through and I could see it was like taking a steak from a dogs mouth. The only other times I had seen him this sour someone was paying a very real price for it. I am sure (cause I know he had done fucked up shit in the past) that if I did not have the relationship with him that I did, things would have went much different.
One of those examples where having a more than casual relationship with the people involved makes a difference.
Have alot of fucked up stories, mostly scares that involved drugs and related debauchery.
I brokered a 10 pack deal at 5000 each between two friends for some uptown haze. One kid moved massive amounts of weed and needed to fill a gap and was willing to pay for quick ten pack of proper tops. The one who was getting the weed was all street, always had been, seen him involved in serious drama many times before.
Make a long story short his hook shows up with packs of fluffy beasters (he called them feadies for fake headies) and the buddy I brought who was grabbing the packs was like I can't do anything with that (was supposed to be uptown). Now it got weird when his hook came by (checked us for wires, etc) but I got downright afraid for my life when my one buddy declined the deal.
My other buddy was seriously pissed the deal was falling through and I could see it was like taking a steak from a dogs mouth. The only other times I had seen him this sour someone was paying a very real price for it. I am sure (cause I know he had done fucked up shit in the past) that if I did not have the relationship with him that I did, things would have went much different.
One of those examples where having a more than casual relationship with the people involved makes a difference.
Have alot of fucked up stories, mostly scares that involved drugs and related debauchery.
Last week of December 1994. Driving with the family on some highway in Mississippi or Alabama heading back to SC. Around 2-3 in the morning. Dark as hell. Only car on the road for miles going my direction driving about 70-75 mph. Suddenly there are bright beams in the rear view on my ass out of no where. The car swaps lanes pulls up beside me turns the inside light on. Afro American woman driving younger man in the passenger seat. They both stare at me he turns up a half gallon of whiskey takes a drink stares some more. They pass me and begin to slow down. I pass them and watch their lights dissappear in the distance in the rear view. 5 minutes or so later the same thing happens. Lights, pull up along side, inside lights on, stare me down , take a long swig on the bottle, pass me, slow down, I pass them and watch the disappear in the distance
Happens again. Same thing. Third time now By now my wife is awake getting worried.
Sure enough they do this a forth time. When they pull up beside me this time and turn the light on I turn my light on and they see me looking at them while pointing a 357 mag at their head with my window down. They slam on breaks real quick like and get off on the exit we were coming up on. No problems the rest of the night. Look on their face was priceless!!!
Homie don't play that shit
Happens again. Same thing. Third time now By now my wife is awake getting worried.
Sure enough they do this a forth time. When they pull up beside me this time and turn the light on I turn my light on and they see me looking at them while pointing a 357 mag at their head with my window down. They slam on breaks real quick like and get off on the exit we were coming up on. No problems the rest of the night. Look on their face was priceless!!!
Homie don't play that shit
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Someone tried to mug me once downtown. It ended really bad for him I tripped out a bit and slammed him off a statue of a Indian chief and then off the ground as hard as I could. I stopped after that it was over he could barely breath...
A friend stabbed a guy with a big pair of scissors he pulled out of his work truck. This didiot came at him and my buddy didn't know what to do
I had a job working at Indian Gardens Grand Canyon. We had a helicopter to do our heavy lifting. I would drive up to the rim on sunday night, drive out into the forest (heloport) where the chopper was parked. It was early october, full moon and windy. I got up there at dark thirty with no one in sight. Pulled out my pack to leave it for transport, when every hair on my neck stood up. The kind where every sense is poised but you don't know why. I slowly looked around... no one in sight. Until I looked up at a large pile of gravel, 30 yards away. Two bull elk stood staring at me.
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Had someone eyeing my debit card password while buying smokes... luckily i spotted him out the corner my eye so after i put my wallet in my back pants pocket i decided something might be up so took it out and slipped it in my jacket inside pocket. Zipped it up. Walked out the store and the guy imediately is on my ass asking for change... way too close to me so i told him to fuck off. Saw his eyes change to fury.. payin no mind i kept walkin to feel a big kick to my ass... surprised the fuck out of me and i turn around to this guy throwing punches to my face. So i doged his punches and send him flying with one push kick to his hip bone. Guys got a good 40 pounds 9n me. So playin it safe i kept h8m away with side kicks and push kicks always to the hip bone. He was relentless. I could tell my kicks were hurting his hips. He was hobblin but still coming at me. Then the crowd of people starts asking the guy if they should call police cause all they see is me kickin his ass. The sec i turn and tell them whats going on the guy rocks me in the face. Now im pissed... never was pissed till now. Faked a punch to his face. His arms went up so i step yo the side. Plant my feet and put one punch to his face. Tattooed his ass. Knocked his senseless. His head flipped backwards and then reappeared how hard i hit this fucker. His hands dropped like a bitch. I asked him if he wanted more and all he could do was begg me to stop. Haha...
CoCoSativas
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It's satisfying to watch someone's hands drop...
circadian clock
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Farmers(cops),Headhunters,TalkingTrucks, Stalkers, Fire alarms,house phone ringing at suspiciously odd moments. does that count? and I think they are all gay or haters? fiends? oh yea this has been going on for awhile now, not scary at all, just creepy, maybe they have a mental disorder?
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Many many years ago,when I had just started driving,I was peddling a little hash.
I had gone to my pickup about 30 miles from my home and socialised and smoked as normal,the night had got old and I'd said my goodbyes and headed home with my couple of kgs of black hash.
I was driving down the country road home when I span a pebble from the road into my windscreen and it immediately crazed to the point of not being able to see through it,luckily I knew the road fairly well and was close to a layby pull in.I pulled the car in and began pushing out the windscreen so I could see and was just about ready to jump back in the car and drive off when I heard a car approaching which sounded like it was on it's last legs,sure enough a vehicle hoved into view with smoke and steam pourning from under the bonnet..It just about made it to the layby before spluttering to a halt,I helped the 2 guys inside push it into the layby.
In the car was a small guy who looked a bit uncomfortable and a big guy who looked like an angry arsehole.I am also a big guy (6'6",heavy set) and wasn't too fazed when they asked if I could give them a lift to the next town along the route which I was passing anyway.I said sure why not.The big guy said let me just get my stuff out of the car and off we went.
The little dude sat in the back,it was a 2 door car and the front seats needed moving to allow a passenger into or out of the back,and the big guy sat in the front.He was holding onto something he'd brought from the car between his legs from the beginning of the journey.
I drove as conversation between the two passengers went on..the larger guy started hassling the smaller guy about some hash,the smaller guy didn't want to sell the larger guy what he had as it was all he was holding...I'm holding a little weight and was considering solving their problems by selling some to the bigger dude,but I kept quiet......meanwhile we're approaching the town I'd agreed to drop them at.The bigger guy says,"hey mate,if you can take me back to norwich (which was where I had come from) I'll get my mrs to pay for your windscreen on a credit card and pay you."...I said,"No mate,I'm going this way and I am busy,sorry."
The big guy seemed not to be hearing what I was saying,he was just muttering,"you WILL take me to norwich," whilst rocking slightly and still with one hand holding/touching something unseen in the footwell of the car...I didn't think anything of it at the time.
I take the turn off to the town and we pull up at a garage forecourt.The bigger dude was trying to let the smaller dude out the back without getting out of his seat but it wasn't working,but he's aware I am not willing to take him where he wants to go so doesn't want to get out of the car."you're gonna have to get out pal," I said but he really doesn't want to let go of whatever he's holding in the footwell.He edged himself over and the mate was able to get out,as soon as his friend was out of the car I simultaneously threw a punch in his direction and floored the accelerator.He tumbled out onto the garage forecourt and I could hear him swearing he'd kill me if he ever saw me again..
I drove off laughing,got home,parked my car and went to bed.Next morning I arranged for my windscreen to be fixed,and after it was done came out to inspect the job.
In the passenger footwell is a machete,with blood on it.My first thought was that the guy who had fixed my windscreen had left it there,so I called the company who said it wasn't theirs,and the guy who had fixed my windscreen had also reported it was there.
Then it dawned on me,it was the machete the big guy was holding out of sight throughout the journey,whilst he was madly muttering that I was gonna do what he said.I am absolutely sure that if I had offered to sell him hash when he was arguing with his buddy that I would have been robbed of the everything I owned.I heard the smaller guy address this nutter by name several times and later found out that he was a very notorious guy from my local area who wouldn't have thought twice about cleaving me with that machete.
I had gone to my pickup about 30 miles from my home and socialised and smoked as normal,the night had got old and I'd said my goodbyes and headed home with my couple of kgs of black hash.
I was driving down the country road home when I span a pebble from the road into my windscreen and it immediately crazed to the point of not being able to see through it,luckily I knew the road fairly well and was close to a layby pull in.I pulled the car in and began pushing out the windscreen so I could see and was just about ready to jump back in the car and drive off when I heard a car approaching which sounded like it was on it's last legs,sure enough a vehicle hoved into view with smoke and steam pourning from under the bonnet..It just about made it to the layby before spluttering to a halt,I helped the 2 guys inside push it into the layby.
In the car was a small guy who looked a bit uncomfortable and a big guy who looked like an angry arsehole.I am also a big guy (6'6",heavy set) and wasn't too fazed when they asked if I could give them a lift to the next town along the route which I was passing anyway.I said sure why not.The big guy said let me just get my stuff out of the car and off we went.
The little dude sat in the back,it was a 2 door car and the front seats needed moving to allow a passenger into or out of the back,and the big guy sat in the front.He was holding onto something he'd brought from the car between his legs from the beginning of the journey.
I drove as conversation between the two passengers went on..the larger guy started hassling the smaller guy about some hash,the smaller guy didn't want to sell the larger guy what he had as it was all he was holding...I'm holding a little weight and was considering solving their problems by selling some to the bigger dude,but I kept quiet......meanwhile we're approaching the town I'd agreed to drop them at.The bigger guy says,"hey mate,if you can take me back to norwich (which was where I had come from) I'll get my mrs to pay for your windscreen on a credit card and pay you."...I said,"No mate,I'm going this way and I am busy,sorry."
The big guy seemed not to be hearing what I was saying,he was just muttering,"you WILL take me to norwich," whilst rocking slightly and still with one hand holding/touching something unseen in the footwell of the car...I didn't think anything of it at the time.
I take the turn off to the town and we pull up at a garage forecourt.The bigger dude was trying to let the smaller dude out the back without getting out of his seat but it wasn't working,but he's aware I am not willing to take him where he wants to go so doesn't want to get out of the car."you're gonna have to get out pal," I said but he really doesn't want to let go of whatever he's holding in the footwell.He edged himself over and the mate was able to get out,as soon as his friend was out of the car I simultaneously threw a punch in his direction and floored the accelerator.He tumbled out onto the garage forecourt and I could hear him swearing he'd kill me if he ever saw me again..
I drove off laughing,got home,parked my car and went to bed.Next morning I arranged for my windscreen to be fixed,and after it was done came out to inspect the job.
In the passenger footwell is a machete,with blood on it.My first thought was that the guy who had fixed my windscreen had left it there,so I called the company who said it wasn't theirs,and the guy who had fixed my windscreen had also reported it was there.
Then it dawned on me,it was the machete the big guy was holding out of sight throughout the journey,whilst he was madly muttering that I was gonna do what he said.I am absolutely sure that if I had offered to sell him hash when he was arguing with his buddy that I would have been robbed of the everything I owned.I heard the smaller guy address this nutter by name several times and later found out that he was a very notorious guy from my local area who wouldn't have thought twice about cleaving me with that machete.
Telling those stories kicked off my PTSD.
I remember telling a young woman one of them earlier this year, one about saving a kid and I drifted into the full 1,000 yard stare territory. She pulled me back and gave me a compliment. Gave me enough time to change the topic, end the convo. and say nice to see you. Here's a lighter one.
It's 11 pm and I have no rolling papers. Six pipes, but no papers. I'm blazed, it's late, there is a gas station at the end of the street, let's do this.
I get the first block towards the store and reach the stop sign, coming from the left is a police car. We both stop at the sign. They have 4 officers in the car, and I'm driving alone, bloodshot eyes, quite smoked out. I stop waiting for them to go, they hold. I hold. After waiting for 12 seconds I go. Stop! They start moving. Then they stop. I start moving. Then they start moving again, and I stop. Now we're playing pickle at an intersection and I can't tell you how high I am. So I say forget this, back up at the sign and wait.
They go through the stop sign... then I go through the stop sign. Priceless movie shit. We'd both move 1 foot and slam on the breaks. The real question is... who was more stoned?
I remember telling a young woman one of them earlier this year, one about saving a kid and I drifted into the full 1,000 yard stare territory. She pulled me back and gave me a compliment. Gave me enough time to change the topic, end the convo. and say nice to see you. Here's a lighter one.
It's 11 pm and I have no rolling papers. Six pipes, but no papers. I'm blazed, it's late, there is a gas station at the end of the street, let's do this.
I get the first block towards the store and reach the stop sign, coming from the left is a police car. We both stop at the sign. They have 4 officers in the car, and I'm driving alone, bloodshot eyes, quite smoked out. I stop waiting for them to go, they hold. I hold. After waiting for 12 seconds I go. Stop! They start moving. Then they stop. I start moving. Then they start moving again, and I stop. Now we're playing pickle at an intersection and I can't tell you how high I am. So I say forget this, back up at the sign and wait.
They go through the stop sign... then I go through the stop sign. Priceless movie shit. We'd both move 1 foot and slam on the breaks. The real question is... who was more stoned?
