Beautiful people I have a story to share with you, a short and confusing story of love, struggle, and domestic violence.
It'll probably make the story more interesting if I give you some background on the basic area it happened. I work just off 9 Mile Road, you may have heard of the movie 8 Mile with that one white rapper dude, I forget his name but he's alright. anyway, 8 Mile is like the borderline before you step into poverty. after that the closer you get to Detroit the more fucked up things get. It's some gangster ass shit.
Anyway to the story. So I'm waiting in line to order at the drive thru to score a couple white meat original recipe breasts for me and my pops when all of a sudden I hear a crazy scream that led almost instantly into what seemed to be a taping of Jerry Springer or something. I'm not sure how to be politically correct about this, this day in age but I'll try my best.
So all of a sudden I place my order and this lady who I can't quite see is seriously freaking out in rage and possibly fear. Another ladies voice starts to yell and scream, it sounded like a female family member or friend helping to protect the other or something. I could not see what the hell was going on at first because of the big brick/concrete wall that surrounds the parking lot from the houses behind it.
Okay so I just ordered some breasts finally and I'm sitting there with a couple cars in front of me and then I look in my rear view mirror and there is this young black kid saggin thug style behind me chucking these's huge piece's of white brick from the wall at whoever was on the other side. after watching this kid jump over the wall a couple times I heard the lady shout "YOU A BROKE ASS NIGGA!! - CALL 911!!!!" and then there was some yelling for a second.
I'm sitting there wondering if I should roll my window up or something but it was too damn juicy. At the risk of being shot I investigated further.
I see a fairly robust black woman in a hot pink skin tight outfit walking down the street flipping out on this phone. The kid walking parallel with her but with a distance between them. She was walking in front of the buildings he was walking behind. I'm not sure if she said he was her son or if he was gang banging that lady or what. but within I'd say under a minute there were two police cars there roaming around, then another two rolled by a minute or two later. The lady at the counter took forever with my order (fucking bullshit) but she kept saying "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know" and I was like "it's a crazy day today" and we chuckled.
Nobody got shot or anything but It could have happened and I almost had to be a key witness to that shit. Things are getting scary around here, people are starting to flip out.
QuoteBeautiful people I have a story to share with you, a short and confusing story of love, struggle, and domestic violence.
It'll probably make the story more interesting if I give you some background on the basic area it happened. I work just off 9 Mile Road, you may have heard of the movie 8 Mile with that one white rapper dude, I forget his name but he's alright. anyway, 8 Mile is like the borderline before you step into poverty. after that the closer you get to Detroit the more fucked up things get. It's some gangster ass shit.
Anyway to the story. So I'm waiting in line to order at the drive thru to score a couple white meat original recipe breasts for me and my pops when all of a sudden I hear a crazy scream that led almost instantly into what seemed to be a taping of Jerry Springer or something. I'm not sure how to be politically correct about this, this day in age but I'll try my best.
So all of a sudden I place my order and this lady who I can't quite see is seriously freaking out in rage and possibly fear. Another ladies voice starts to yell and scream, it sounded like a female family member or friend helping to protect the other or something. I could not see what the hell was going on at first because of the big brick/concrete wall that surrounds the parking lot from the houses behind it.
Okay so I just ordered some breasts finally and I'm sitting there with a couple cars in front of me and then I look in my rear view mirror and there is this young black kid saggin thug style behind me chucking these's huge piece's of white brick from the wall at whoever was on the other side. after watching this kid jump over the wall a couple times I heard the lady shout "YOU A BROKE ASS NIGGA!! - CALL 911!!!!" and then there was some yelling for a second.
I'm sitting there wondering if I should roll my window up or something but it was too damn juicy. At the risk of being shot I investigated further.
I see a fairly robust black woman in a hot pink skin tight outfit walking down the street flipping out on this phone. The kid walking parallel with her but with a distance between them. She was walking in front of the buildings he was walking behind. I'm not sure if she said he was her son or if he was gang banging that lady or what. but within I'd say under a minute there were two police cars there roaming around, then another two rolled by a minute or two later. The lady at the counter took forever with my order (fucking bullshit) but she kept saying "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know" and I was like "it's a crazy day today" and we chuckled.
Nobody got shot or anything but It could have happened and I almost had to be a key witness to that shit. Things are getting scary around here, people are starting to flip out.
They must be desperate for some Jacket!
that is crazy. but one question remains...did you try the double down?
my thoughs exactly joey. I thought this was going to be a thread about that monstrocity.
I went to KFC one day at 11:53 am on a Sunday, 7 minutes before the Saints were to kick off on TV. I put in my order (3 piece meal, all white), pulled around and paid and left. I got home at 11:59, proud of myself to make kick off, when I noticed I had no food; had to drive back and as I pulled up the lady just held my order out the window and I snagged it as I drove by; she didn't say a word.
The Saints lost :-/
QuoteI went to KFC one day at 11:53 am on a Sunday, 7 minutes before the Saints were to kick off on TV. I put in my order (3 piece meal, all white), pulled around and paid and left. I got home at 11:59, proud of myself to make kick off, when I noticed I had no food; had to drive back and as I pulled up the lady just held my order out the window and I snagged it as I drove by; she didn't say a word.
The Saints lost :-/
And it was all your fault for messing up the fried chicken/drive-thru/football-space continuum...
(that and the bad mojo of getting all white meat)
Quotethat is crazy. but one question remains...did you try the double down?
I DID eat the double down on a dare for lunch one day last week.
It was damn good until about 4 hours later when hit my large intestine. I think it was the cheese.
Quotethat is crazy. but one question remains...did you try the double down?
that thing looks weird. no bun? shit son.
QuoteQuotethat is crazy. but one question remains...did you try the double down?
I DID eat the double down on a dare for lunch one day last week.
It was damn good until about 4 hours later when hit my large intestine. I think it was the cheese.
was it a smooth dump though? all greased up?
Quotemy thoughs exactly joey. I thought this was going to be a thread about that monstrocity.
same here. i haven't tried the double down. it seems
insane.
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QuoteQuotemy thoughs exactly joey. I thought this was going to be a thread about that monstrocity.
same here. i haven't tried the double down. it seems insane.
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that episode is pretty funny when he's snorting those chicken skin lines haha. oh south park, thanks for not giving a fuck what you air.
QuoteQuoteQuotethat is crazy. but one question remains...did you try the double down?
I DID eat the double down on a dare for lunch one day last week.
It was damn good until about 4 hours later when hit my large intestine. I think it was the cheese.
was it a smooth dump though? all greased up?
It wasn't like a Play-Doh fun factory, no no... it was more like shooting cream of corn out of a potato launcher.
gross. fuckin KFC is searchin for the main vein.
I hate to change the subject when the double down is being discussed because I think its amazing, but I have some advice for you sticky: invest a couple hundred bucks in a decent firearm and some training. I'm with JJ- I hope someday the only gun I'll ever need is in my brain, but that is not the case right now. There are a lot of whack jobs out there, which is why i never leave home without my trusty Glock 22. If some crackhead wants to steal my wallet to go buy a rock I could give a shit less. I never carry cash and I'll just call and cancel my cards, joke's on you crackhead. But if someone is trying to hurt me or my family they're likely to get a .40HP to the chest. You gotta protect yourself man
QuoteI hate to change the subject when the double down is being discussed because I think its amazing, but I have some advice for you sticky: invest a couple hundred bucks in a decent firearm and some training. I'm with JJ- I hope someday the only gun I'll ever need is in my brain, but that is not the case right now. There are a lot of whack jobs out there, which is why i never leave home without my trusty Glock 22. If some crackhead wants to steal my wallet to go buy a rock I could give a shit less. I never carry cash and I'll just call and cancel my cards, joke's on you crackhead. But if someone is trying to hurt me or my family they're likely to get a .40HP to the chest. You gotta protect yourself man
to be honest I don't really like guns. I have a couple hunting rifles/shotguns but I haven't gone hunting since I was in like 8th grade.
my friend used to carry legally. he a bad ass gun, top of line. can not for the life of me remember what it was called. that shit scares me though, I'll tell ya another little story.
my friend was having a party, we had a couple kegs, a bunch of us were all jamming out super jam style, an overall feel good, great night.
and then these two dickheads started being assholes and fucked themselves. we had to kick them out, I walked with a couple friends to make sure the guys got in their fucking cars and peaced. they were ghetto as fuck. they were white though so it made them even more douchey. so we tell them to fuck off and get out of here because they were causing problems, they spout some bullshit and drive off.
later that night they came back with a van of, I kid you not, shirtless thug like dudes meet guidos or something. they were all flexin and rushing the house. 7 or 8 kids plus the two that we kicked out. we had quiet a few dudes but there were way too many chicks and my friends mom in the house so we were not letting those fuckers in no matter what because all they wanted to do is destroy stuff. not to mention we had like 20grand in musical equipment downstairs since all our music friends were there.
long story short. two of my friends got trapped outside when we had to shut the door. there was about 15 of us piled on to the door holding these fuckers out. then as soon as they let up the door swung open and my friend pulled his gun out. he was like 5-6feet away from this HUGE dude. I swear to god that is the closest I've ever been to literally seeing someone get their brains blown out. The cops came and they all scampered away. kinda ruined the rest of the night. the two friends who got stuck outside were in brawls. my one friend wouldn't hurt a fly and some dude sucker punched him so they fought it out and then the other friend busted his head up in the bushes fighting one of the guys we initially kicked out.
that shit is part of the reason I don't like partying with my friends at huge parties anymore. too many of my friends like to fight people who talk shit.
Sounds like if the cops had been a few seconds later you guys would have been effed without protection. Alcohol/drugs and guns are not a good mix at all. I have a couple beers almost every night, but I've had to refrain from partying since I started carrying. If I feel like getting drunk, like when my family comes over for instance, I'll put the gun away before I get carried away.
I live in a pretty safe neighborhood. Most of our neighbors are middle aged and older couples with families and don't pose much of a threat. Unfortunately some not so nice neighborhoods have been built up around mine in the past 5-10 years and it scares me. If someone were to break into my house they would have plenty of time to do lots of damage before the cops would show up. I was talking to a police officer the other week and he told me people in our area are better off having a camera so they can see the suspect than a security alarm because it takes the cops so long to respond in this area
QuoteSounds like if the cops had been a few seconds later you guys would have been effed without protection. Alcohol/drugs and guns are not a good mix at all. I have a couple beers almost every night, but I've had to refrain from partying since I started carrying. If I feel like getting drunk, like when my family comes over for instance, I'll put the gun away before I get carried away.
I live in a pretty safe neighborhood. Most of our neighbors are middle aged and older couples with families and don't pose much of a threat. Unfortunately some not so nice neighborhoods have been built up around mine in the past 5-10 years and it scares me. If someone were to break into my house they would have plenty of time to do lots of damage before the cops would show up. I was talking to a police officer the other week and he told me people in our area are better off having a camera so they can see the suspect than a security alarm because it takes the cops so long to respond in this area
Cops can be ridiculous about responding to B&E's/thefts, etc. It's fucking annoying. The cops have no problem sitting in somebodies driveway or behind some sign to bust you with a speeding ticket but when it comes to taking care of real crime it takes them 4+ hours to respond.
my friend got robbed last year and he knew the person who stole the shit, it was one of his neighbors. he called the cops and it took them over 5hours to respond. 5 fucking hours. Cops are a fucking joke. They work for the prosecution and want your money. They're no better than the criminals. Sharks waiting to gladly ruin your life in the name of "justice".
Sticky? I never thought you'd even think about being a snitch.
Key witness = snitch! Come on, player!
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QuoteSticky? I never thought you'd even think about being a snitch.
Key witness = snitch! Come on, player!
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shit son I aint no snitch. the only time you do not snitch on 187's are when you're scared they'll find and kill you. Worst case scenario I would be dealin with some "broke ass nigga" who is probably drunk. I'm not scared of that guy. The kid throwing concrete chunks was more of a "please don't hit my car with one of those" types of scared. I'd rat the fuck out of some chump ass hurtin' women. even one's three times my size in florescent clothes 12 sizes too small.
I want that shirt by the way.
the more I think about it guns have almost killed me far more often than they've helped save my life. I almost got blown away by the waterford police department in 2002. It was the most fucked up, scary, confusing thing to ever happen to me.
We were shooting a scene for my friends movie (he was a film major at NYU) and in the scene I was this mobster like dude stealin some stuff. the whole entire scene was a far away shot of me punching this kid in the face and then walking towards mike's car (the director shooting) as they drove off.
Some old lady called the cops saying some man in a black suit (me) was shooting people and robbing the restaurant we were shooting in front of (which we had permission from).
So about 10-12 cop cars all roll up at almost the same exact time. It was like a mini-version of heat or something when they rolled up. they swerved in opened their doors, cocked their shotguns and pulled their pistols. All locked and loaded pointed directly at me.
It was me, the dude I had to punch, and mike's brother just standing around when they pulled up. They started shouting "WHERE'S THE FUCKING GUN!" "WHERE'S THE GUN!" and I was like "What? Gun? uh.. I have a toy gun in my bag". by this time when I'm saying this to the cops I'm standing in the parking lot with my hands up with every cop in the township pointing their loaded gun directly at me. after they got up close to us they threw us against the wall. threw mike's brothers phone against the wall like fucking dickheads.
then when mike got back from the 2 second drive by scene he had no idea what was going on. they kept threatening him with citations and shit but in the end none of us got anything pinned against us. they're lucky I didn't sue the fuck out them or something. I almost shit my pants. The ridiculous part is they said we need a permit or to at the very least call and let the police department know we were going to be filming. we thought alright fine whatever we'll call you next time. so we did and they told us we couldn't shot the film so we did it anyway. Cops fucking suck. Guns fucking suck. The combination is one of the worst social ideas in the history of mankind.
I agree with you, a lot of cops are huuuuge dicks, but as soon as I was reading the 2nd paragraph of your story I thought to myself "probably should have informed the police department." It sounds like the cops who responded were total dickheads though. People always bitch about how unsafe guns are. Guns are safe, people are not. #1 rule of gun safety is always treat every gun like it is loaded, always, no matter what. There's nothing wrong with guns, only some of the people who wield them, unfortunately.
QuoteI agree with you, a lot of cops are huuuuge dicks, but as soon as I was reading the 2nd paragraph of your story I thought to myself "probably should have informed the police department." It sounds like the cops who responded were total dickheads though. People always bitch about how unsafe guns are. Guns are safe, people are not. #1 rule of gun safety is always treat every gun like it is loaded, always, no matter what. There's nothing wrong with guns, only some of the people who wield them, unfortunately.
yeah probably it was the summer after I graduated, we were younger it was a short scene. oh well, it was kinda the director dudes fault.
QuoteI want that shirt by the way.
It is a cool shirt. 187? I guess you don't snitch...ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U
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QuoteQuoteI want that shirt by the way.
It is a cool shirt. 187? I guess you don't snitch...ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U[/media]
bahaha cam'ron. what stupid bitch. he wouldn't snitch because if he knew who did it he'd try and kill the mother fucker.
QuoteQuoteI want that shirt by the way.
It is a cool shirt. 187? I guess you don't snitch...ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U
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don't you know what 187 is? it's the police code for homicide yo.
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I learned it on the streets and from this movie.
I have an "almost shot by the cops" story, too. It goes like this...
So I was going to the bank to cash a check and it's raining cats and dogs. I get there and start (over)thinking how I'm going to get myself and my check in the bank as dry as possible. So I put my hood from my hoodie on tight and I stick my hand with my check under my hoodie. Then I make a mad dash for the bank entrance. When I get there the door won't open and I'm all like "what the fuck" and start shaking it violently. Then I look up and there's a sign that says something like "closed temporarily for security purposes". Then I look to my right and see a cop with his gun pointed right at me and realize that I look like a fucking bank robber. I slowly pulled the check from out under my hoodie and mumbled something like "I'm just a customer". He waved me out of the way and I got back into my car. That would have been a really dumb way to get shot.
QuoteI have an "almost shot by the cops" story, too. It goes like this...
So I was going to the bank to cash a check and it's raining cats and dogs. I get there and start (over)thinking how I'm going to get myself and my check in the bank as dry as possible. So I put my hood from my hoodie on tight and I stick my hand with my check under my hoodie. Then I make a mad dash for the bank entrance. When I get there the door won't open and I'm all like "what the fuck" and start shaking it violently. Then I look up and there's a sign that says something like "closed temporarily for security purposes". Then I look to my right and see a cop with his gun pointed right at me and realize that I look like a fucking bank robber. I slowly pulled the check from out under my hoodie and mumbled something like "I'm just a customer". He waved me out of the way and I got back into my car. That would have been a really dumb way to get shot.
trigger happy police with too much power. If you ask me they need non-lethals on the street and that's it. some of those rubber bullets, tazers/stun gun, and mace. maybe a shotgun in the car just in case. We over arm our police.
QuoteQuoteQuoteI want that shirt by the way.
It is a cool shirt. 187? I guess you don't snitch...ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U
don't you know what 187 is? it's the police code for homicide yo.
I learned it on the streets and from this movie.
187? Come on now, I
did grow up in the 90's in the height of gangster rap. That's like saying I didn't watch Salute Your Shorts. Yeah, one day I was gangster, the next day I was just a kid.
Thought about posting Snoop and Dre's Deep Cover video. 8-)
QuoteQuoteQuoteQuoteI want that shirt by the way.
fair enough thug, I'll recognize.
It is a cool shirt. 187? I guess you don't snitch...ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTwipn-Fp_U
don't you know what 187 is? it's the police code for homicide yo.
I learned it on the streets and from this movie.
187? Come on now, I did grow up in the 90's in the height of gangster rap. That's like saying I didn't watch Salute Your Shorts. Yeah, one day I was gangster, the next day I was just a kid.
Thought about posting Snoop and Dre's Deep Cover video. 8-)
fair enough thug, I'll recognize.
Damn, I didn't know you guys were so hardcore.
Remember...guns don't kill people, lazers do.
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Laser harps, too :'(
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still a classic. I'm impressed he still had the balls to finish his speech after he got shot on the extended version.
I can't understand what he's saying, but I'm assuming its something about gun safety. If my assumption is correct, that is awwwwwesommmme!
I did that once when I was teaching a course on Laser Harp safety
The laser harp'll gitchya, watch out