I was skating with a pal, we were about 10 years old, the freedom to roam the apartment complex and get Surge from 711 was all too sweet. We were dreaming of hitting this handrail gliding our boards along it with our hands. "Someday." We thought, then it happened in a flash....there was a man speaking to us angrily....
I saw him, red shirt, balding, and desperate, maybe 40, 45, he had been watching us.
"You boys cant skate here! Im the manager! You need to come with me!"
Then he started after us. My friend was stunned. He believed him. He was ready to submit out of fear, but i'll never forget the alarms that went off in my head...
"No, we need to go...NOW!"
And we skated away without looking back...never telling our parents...because surely they would never let us out to play ever again. I couldnt believe it. They were right. There really were people out to get us.
San Jose, CA by Capital hill expressway
the sorta good luck yarns ya like to hear about.K 1 more because it's kinda funny... Lucky....
We had a gig trimming up in the interior of BC, back again in the younger more illegal days of my life. They would only let a few of us come and work and we'd do stupid hours on end of trimming then head back to van area...
Anyways the one time we did 16 lbs over 36 hours the two of us(me and my glass blower friend) then headed back to van in a rental mini van with just me my glass blower friend both been up all night trimming and reek, he just started so looked especially hippied out with hemp woven glass beads everywhere.... He's driving I'm shot-y and our "boss" was passed out in the back no seatbelt, weed just bagged in zip locks in a big black contractor bag, no seal nothin.nothing else in the van. Three stinky dudes who haven't slept and a big contractor bag of stinky green.
Anyways cruising right along enjoying the sun and being free of scissors and dark sheds, feeling fine when all of a sudden we hit the toll both on the highway.... Backed way up all the lanes, but we're past the signs so I look,point hey that lanes open, buddy cuts across about 3 lanes of dead stop traffic, past about 100 cars,and we pull up to the booth, as the lady leans over and tells us we're in the truck transporter lane I pan right and notice there is a cop between every wicket and they have whole families ripped apart all over, the cop from the big rig lane was helping pull apart a u haul the dogs indicated on and all cops attention is there, buddy says oh sorry... I fear the worst but she says oh no problem and we pay the 10$ and slowly drive through... Our boss didn't even wake up.... Was the weekend of a huge local music fest so they where trying to stop some of the excess from Alberta...lucky stars that day though I tell ya...
Got a few....
One I can post was pretty creepy def one of the top 10..... I was sitting on this 38 light house we got way out in the middle of nowhere, literally 37km from pavement. Just a old shack with no running water. We didn't know how to wire flips cause we were punks, so I had 2 alarm clocks and when the went I'd manually flip the lights via plugs taped together, lol
Had no wheels, by myself just a sponsor that brought food sometimes and 2 big dogs. Anyways I'm in the rooms at bought 9 pm and distinctly hear gun shots close by, there's a logging Rd the property is off of and a few cabins around all empty in winter, dark by 5pm...
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Yes, very scary. The robbers & thugs were American 'doctors'.
I've also been mugged - hit over the head on the street because I wasn't paying attention.
The street mugging was greatly preferable.
I also used to share the weightroom in San Diego with a retired leg-breaker & hitman for East Coast organized crime.
One of the most honest people I've ever met, in his post-leg-breaking days.
Obviously I wouldn't have wanted to owe his employers money 30 years ago.
But he's much nicer than the last bank manager that stole $15 from my bank account. I know people complain about fees, but when I contacted the CEO, I got a $50 credit. Still wonder why the extra.
Street crime in America is nothing compared to the Control Fraud that occurs in supposed places of authority.