I normally don't post this type of shit

[Block]

But wow.. I just almost died. Well, ALMOST.

So I'm walking to the store with a friend and this crackhead looking negro, missing half his teeth, bumps in to me and spouts off some, "oooh!!" at the girl I'm walking with. I turn around and respond, "You say something?" Crackhead: "You got a prollem nikka?" Me: "Yeah, what the fuck did you say?"

At this time he starts his stupid ass gangster walk toward me with his hand inside his jacket (indicative of him having a gun or knife). My adrenaline starts pumping. I didn't flinch. Not to brag or act like a hard ass, but I mean, really? When your adrenaline is pumping it's either fight or flight. For me, for the most part, it's usually fight. So I step to dude and he drops some purple box that he stole from the store that I'm walking toward. Good job, you stupid fuck--as if the meth mouth and dirty clothes weren't enough, you just proved how fucking bummy you are. Who steals shit now a days?

Anyhow, I step up to him and he's 2 inches from my face. His breath smells like a mixture of stale beer, ball sack and asshole. I can't differentiate between any of the three. I push him back and state, "Fuck outta here with your nasty ass teeth, you bitch." Apparently calling crackheads 'bitch' really sets them off. So he takes off his jacket at this time, saying something like, "Ohhhh you crossed the line. You aint call me a bitch homie!! Six Oh all day!!" (I was confused as to what six-oh was, but later found out that it stands for The Rolling Sixties. A prominent L.A. gang).

So dude wants to do this, huh? Okay, we can play.. I haven't gotten in a fight since high school, but I boxed for nearly 6 years, so I'm ready to go. I throw up my hands and this motherfucker starts some Brazilian dance shit. I kid you not--dude is throwing wild haymakers like he's aiming for next sunday. I laugh at his obvious lack of skill, let alone any sort of finesse.

Needless to say, the guy never hit me. I block every throw with my arms. I moved in slowly while he's backing up. Attempting to pull him close, I rip his shirt--fuck. I get one shot on him, a left cross (I'm a southpaw) and he staggers back. He then spouts off something and literally runs the opposite way.

I turn around, not really caring, and head toward the store. What I hadn't noticed was that there was now a crowd that congregated about 50 feet away, at the store's entrance. Awesome? They're all saying random things as I walk by--acknowledging the crackhead got fucked up, etc.

We get what we came for and head back. I'm carrying a case of bottled water and as we stroll past the bus stop I notice that same bummy motherfucker. This time he has a friend and a rock in his hand.
Fucking great. Now I'mma get my ass gang beat, I thought. He walks up to me and I calmly drop the water on the ground. I ask him, "you wanna do this?" He responds with some nonsensical rambling that I couldn't make out. I call him a bitch for needing a rock and he drops the rock... Cool, now we can play. I'm pissed off at the fact he even grabbed a rock so I'm ready to pummel the dude. I take a step forward, swing, connect, and BOOM he fucking staggers and literally RUNS to the bus stop to his friend (I was surprised his friend didn't hit me). They make an exchange and he comes back all tough and spouting off. By this time I picked the water back up and was about to head back to continue walking. I turn around, water still in hand and he sucker punches me. I literally laughed at him. Dude was scared as shit at that. The look on his face was priceless... Then he pulled the knife... "I'mma cut yo head open nikka!!" Some shit about the rolling 60's and "I'mma fuckin eat you"---WAIT... Eat me?? What the fuck is this dude on? The girl was in head of me so I was literally jogging backward away from dude. Thank god negros don't wear belts.. Dude was slow as fuck.

I get back to the house and I'm enraged. I grab a knife of my own, a friend with a metal pipe and we head back to the bus stop to confront these so-called 'gangstaz'. Apparently when faced with even odds they don't bode so well. This motherfucker who was so hard just a few minutes prior is now running across the street. He hauled ass faster than I've ever seen anyone run before.


I don't type this to sound hard. Anyone here knows I'm the furthest thing from a hard ass and I thoroughly believe that acting like a tough guy online is retarded. I just needed to let this out. Holy fuck. This is the first time I've had any sort of weapon pulled on me, and it was fucking crazy. The feeling was crazy. I can't describe it.. I was pretty scared, but not like in a, 'I'm gonna die' sorta way. More like, 'if he hits me with that, it's gonna fucking hurt'. But moreso than that, I was pissed. I wanted revenge.

Fucking vegas.

[12characters]

Hmm...

But wow.. I just almost died. Well, ALMOST.

So I'm walking to the store with a friend and this crackhead looking negro, missing half his teeth, bumps in to me and spouts off some, "oooh!!" at the girl I'm walking with. I turn around and respond, "You say something?" Crackhead: "You got a prollem *****?" Me: "Yeah, what the fuck did you say?"

At this time he starts his stupid ass gangster walk toward me with his hand inside his jacket (indicative of him having a gun or knife). My adrenaline starts pumping. I didn't flinch. Not to brag or act like a hard ass, but I mean, really? When your adrenaline is pumping it's either fight or flight. For me, for the most part, it's usually fight. So I step to dude and he drops some purple box that he stole from the store that I'm walking toward. Good job, you stupid fuck--as if the meth mouth and dirty clothes weren't enough, you just proved how fucking bummy you are. Who steals shit now a days?

Anyhow, I step up to him and he's 2 inches from my face. His breath smells like a mixture of stale beer, ball sack and asshole. I can't differentiate between any of the three. I push him back and state, "Fuck outta here with your nasty ass teeth, you bitch." Apparently calling crackheads 'bitch' really sets them off. So he takes off his jacket at this time, saying something like, "Ohhhh you crossed the line. You aint call me a bitch homie!! Six Oh all day!!" (I was confused as to what six-oh was, but later found out that it stands for The Rolling Sixties. A prominent L.A. gang).

So dude wants to do this, huh? Okay, we can play.. I haven't gotten in a fight since high school, but I boxed for nearly 6 years, so I'm ready to go. I throw up my hands and this motherfucker starts some Brazilian dance shit. I kid you not--dude is throwing wild haymakers like he's aiming for next sunday. I laugh at his obvious lack of skill, let alone any sort of finesse.

Needless to say, the guy never hit me. I block every throw with my arms. I moved in slowly while he's backing up. Attempting to pull him close, I rip his shirt--fuck. I get one shot on him, a left cross (I'm a southpaw) and he staggers back. He then spouts off something and literally runs the opposite way.

I turn around, not really caring, and head toward the store. What I hadn't noticed was that there was now a crowd that congregated about 50 feet away, at the store's entrance. Awesome? They're all saying random things as I walk by--acknowledging the crackhead got fucked up, etc.

We get what we came for and head back. I'm carrying a case of bottled water and as we stroll past the bus stop I notice that same bummy motherfucker. This time he has a friend and a rock in his hand.
Fucking great. Now I'mma get my ass gang beat, I thought. He walks up to me and I calmly drop the water on the ground. I ask him, "you wanna do this?" He responds with some nonsensical rambling that I couldn't make out. I call him a bitch for needing a rock and he drops the rock... Cool, now we can play. I'm pissed off at the fact he even grabbed a rock so I'm ready to pummel the dude. I take a step forward, swing, connect, and BOOM he fucking staggers and literally RUNS to the bus stop to his friend (I was surprised his friend didn't hit me). They make an exchange and he comes back all tough and spouting off. By this time I picked the water back up and was about to head back to continue walking. I turn around, water still in hand and he sucker punches me. I literally laughed at him. Dude was scared as shit at that. The look on his face was priceless... Then he pulled the knife... "I'mma cut yo head open *****!!" Some shit about the rolling 60's and "I'mma fuckin eat you"---WAIT... Eat me?? What the fuck is this dude on? The girl was in head of me so I was literally jogging backward away from dude. Thank god negros don't wear belts.. Dude was slow as fuck.

I get back to the house and I'm enraged. I grab a knife of my own, a friend with a metal pipe and we head back to the bus stop to confront these so-called 'gangstaz'. Apparently when faced with even odds they don't bode so well. This motherfucker who was so hard just a few minutes prior is now running across the street. He hauled ass faster than I've ever seen anyone run before.


I don't type this to sound hard. Anyone here knows I'm the furthest thing from a hard ass and I thoroughly believe that acting like a tough guy online is retarded. I just needed to let this out. Holy fuck. This is the first time I've had any sort of weapon pulled on me, and it was fucking crazy. The feeling was crazy. I can't describe it.. I was pretty scared, but not like in a, 'I'm gonna die' sorta way. More like, 'if he hits me with that, it's gonna fucking hurt'. But moreso than that, I was pissed. I wanted revenge.

Fucking vegas.

Found it.

[Almostlity]

Would read again,that was amazing

[Trimss]

Is this a true story or just a funny troll story like the ones you like to post?

[BigBoss]

I would've gotten the guy in a headlock at the store, and wouldn't let go until he tapped out

[macdaddy019967]

most stupid post of the year TBH

[J.R.]

shoulda let him eat you tbh

[Block]

Is this a true story or just a funny troll story like the ones you like to post?

Nah this one is 100% true, which is why I posted the disclaimer. Happened about an hr before I posted this.

@boss - Getting someone in a headlock is harder than it appears in MMA. Especially when they're throwing punches on you / you don't really want to touch them cuz they're dirty.

[BigBoss]

I thought you said while you were at the store he didn't have the knife, the knife came in later right?

[Block]

I thought you said while you were at the store he didn't have the knife, the knife came in later right?

He got the knife from his friend. But that's not the issue.. The issue was more so the fact I didn't want to get close to him. Throwing punches is much different than having my entire body locked up with his, ya know? I could have probably ducked under the haymakers and gotten a rear naked choke and choked him out. But then I'd end up smelling like asshole. Plus, I'm more of a boxer. I'd rather throw punches when all is said and done.

[Blu]

I remember Block mentioning in a thread that he took boxing lessons during high school, so I'm guessing this thread is true.

Crazy shit tho, surprised you went so hard on crackheads haha.

[SliK]

I fucking hate junkies, I've run into a couple in town but never had one start something. They usually just try to intimidate. Then again, I have never come across a strung out junky that is desperate.. I am glad they got put in their fucking place though. Honestly, what a scumbag.
Sometimes I serve them at work, and their teeth are all fucked up and their skin is disgusting.. No way would I be putting one in a headlock.

[BigBoss]

I mean at the store you could've pinned him down and had a bystander call the police.

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He didn't want to fucking touch him.