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 have you people read these stories?
all of these happened to me. i was talking to some guys the other day and they hadn't read them, although they were on ftr somewhere.
better or worse than homeless girl?
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On friday night I drove down to Richmond, from Charlottesville (about an hour away), to go to the Rough N Rowdy Brawl with my roommate (mike). It's an event that last two days. On the first night, each of the 70 (or so) boxers fight once. All the winners move on to the actual tournament bracket on Saturday. Mike's cousin was fighting, and he knocked a guy out in the first minute of the fight. That was cool. So some other stuff happened and more people got knocked out but then it was time to leave.
SO as we are leaving town, we decide to stop at a gas station for some refreshments. This area of town is really ghetto, so we had no choice but to go to a ghetto gas station. Mike drops me off at the door while he waits outside for me to return. I go inside, grab some junk, then procede to the counter. This is one of the really cluttered gas stations, so theres not much room in the line near the counter.
Anyway, there are these two ghettofied thugged out black guys in front of me, which really isn't a problem, but when they finish paying for their menthol cigarettes, I have to press myself against the shelf full of doritos so they have enough room to get by. The second guy, who is wearing long sleeve t shirt with blood all over the lower part of his sleeve, is walking slowly and kinda half mumbling/half rapping to himself. When he gets to the squeeze point between me and the counter, he stops walking (but keeps rapping). He gets in my face, and looks at me from head to toe. If it was a girl, I would say he was eye fucking me, but he wasn't, so I don't know what to call it. It was like he was examining me. In my face. Uh oh.
His gaze is moving up to my face and right when he's staring straight into my eyes, I recognize what song he is singing. It's called 'xplosive' (or something like that) from the dr dre 2001 CD. He's getting close to the end of one of the verses. I hear him say "these hot hoes is fiending, they on the nut." OMG I KNOW THIS SONG. I SHOULD LET HIM I KNOW I KNOW THE SONG. So I recite the last line with him. "But bitch I'm out ya pussy when I nut, FOR REAL." I can't believe what I just did. A thug gets in my face, I finish off his nice song. His eyes light up.
"OMG this is my dog right here." He gives me a nice high five/handshake thing.
"You trying to smoke?? Yo whats your number????" These questions leave me kinda perplexed, but I don't want to make him mad and have to sing another song with him, so I just nod and say "yea alright alright........"
"yo dog if you ever see me and want to smoke just let me know."
"yea man sure thanks." he gives me another high five/handshake thing and leaves the store.
So in conclusion, listening to rap saved my life from a scary guy that had blood on him.
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Last night some friends and I were at waffle house after partying. It was about 1am. There was this black family (man, wife, very young daugher) sitting next to us. Next to them was this older black guy and his hoodlum son. I'll call the son BEANS (after my favorite character from STATE PROPERTY>).
Beans was drunk and probably on lots of drugs. He was wearing a whitetee and was trying to cause trouble. When he was walking to the bathroom he made eye contact with the dad sitting next to us and glared at him, stopped, leaned in, then went on his way. It was obvious he was trying to start something (or maybe he thought the dad threatened him......but thats less likely). After he comes back to the table, his dad gets up and goes over to examine the juke box. Beans' dad was the only thing in between Beans and the family, so now Beans' could just stare at that family man and talk all the shit he wanted.
HERE IS A PICTURE I MADE DETAILING THE SCENE: http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d1...afflehouse.jpg
He started off "man fuck the bloods.....man....we CRIPS NIGGA...fuck them bloods..bitches.......WE CRIPS IF YOU WANT TO HURT ME YOU BETTER HURT ME. fuck that motherfucker, fuck those blood motherfuckers, WE CRIPS BITCH"
This went on for a few minutes. Beans just kept saying the same shit over and over again. At one point he even stood up, got out of his booth and came up next to the man and started saying the stuff in the guys face. He stopped when his dad was like "hey...be cool son, be cool!!"
I was partying with this kinda thugged out black pretty boy that plays football. I'll call him JAY. He was like 'yo gabe lets roll i'm not trying to be here when shit goes down. im feeling some shit about to go down.' Being the badass I am, I wanted to stick around.
So we are eating our eggs and hashbrowns and the family between us leaves. This leaves only ME for Beans to make eye contact with (read: UH OH). Whatever.....no big deal. Some time goes by and I guess Beans was eating his food because I didn't hear him talk much. Meanwhile, I realize I didn't get the side of Texas toast I had ordered, so I try to hail the waitress. I had my hand in the air kinda half waving a pointed finger at her. She was a little ways behind beans, in the kitchen. After trying to for 30 seconds or so and getting no response, I finally looked down at beans. He was staring at me, pointing his finger at me and shaking his head from side to side. DAMN HE THINKS I WAS POINTING AT HIM.
"WE CRIPS MAN FUCK THIS SHIT."
"nah man...I was trying to get the waitress....you think you could get her for me?"
why was i asking favors from beans??? i dont know. i really don't.
"man motherfucking bloods are bitches, i told you I TOLD YOU IM DOWN WIF CRIP SHIT"
"yo jay...i'm feeling that shit too.....lets roll"
We left the money on the table and GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
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i was going to go to the beach for the entire weekend, but some of my friends dropped out (was about 10 guys going total) so i didn't go either. instead, one of my friends had some kegs over at his house and threw a party.
the cops came to the party and knocked on the door but no one answered it. then 4 more cop cars came and people started getting worried. the cops procede to write tickets to everyone parked near the house for various reasons. like if their car was 7 inches from the curb instead of 6 inches, they got a ticket. if their car was at the wrong angle (like pulled straight in instead of parallel), they got a ticket. its funny because when i was going over there and parked at the end of the street my friend was like 'why are you parking far away?' im so smart!
eventually i'm ready to drive home but im still pretty drunk. maybe im not so smart. this guy asks for a ride home and i tell him its no problem. he asks me if we can stop at his friend's house, which he says isn't far and i oblige. i dont know this guy (just met him that night and even then hadnt talked to him much), but since as you know im such a nice ass person, ill do him a favor. on the drive there he takes out my gangstarr 'the ownerz' CD case and does a line of coke. omg wtf have i gotten into. we get to the house, which ended up being 20 minutes out of the way, and this white trash girl and big black guy come up to the car where i meet them. the black guy says hes cool with me because i have a kangol hat on. awesome. the guy that i was driving gives the black dude roughly $1300 in cash and gets a bunch of cocaine in exchange. wtf wtf.
he puts it in my glove compartment and we go back to the party. i thought i was taking him home. he also said he would give me $10 for gas which i was going to spend at taco bell but he never did. i eventually made it home safely.
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