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i think i'm cursed.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, after my first day of my new job,( that was more than two months ago. i have resigned since then and moved on the other things) walking home from the woman's house at the end of the night around 1 am. as i walk through the parking lot, i am approached by three KIDS with guns. i'm about to be robbed. i didn't even get a chance to step on to the fucking sidewalk.
on my person was 3 dollars, a messenger bag with a digital camera, notebooks, lots and lots of Verizon business phone bills, and a joint that i didn't even realize that i had until i accicdentally found it while sitting in the police station next to the detective that was taking my story. i was also walking around with a cd player that couldn't even snap shut. i had to hold it closed if it were going to play anything. i wasn't exactly the jackpot as far as mugging was concerned.
they took the phone out of my hand and pushed me in between two parked cars. they ended up not taking my bag, partially because i usually button up my shirt over the bag i slung over my shoulder, hopefully making it too time consuming for someone to try and take the bag from me. besides, they probably got discouraged when all they pulled out was a bunch of bills. phew! they even dropped the phone because that wasn't worth anything either. their booty was 3 bucks and a broken cd player.
so, so i say to them, "can i at least get the cd back?" the most benevolent of the three kids with guns humored me by handing me the cd, followed by a blow to the back of the head, though it wasn't hard enough to knock me unconsious it knocks me off my feet and they promptly start the stomping..bummer...
fast foreward to the police station...i tell my story, except for the part where i said they took one hundred and fifty dollars cash from me. then i get dropped off at my girlfriend's place at about 6:30 am so i can pick up the cd that fell out of my hand and finish my walk home with what i like to call 'mother nature's walking stick' that i rediscoved at the station.
one of the three kids were caught tried for assault and robbery, and sentenced, he is away for a very long time. His name is KYLE A. TAYLOR.
i couldn't identify the other two for sure. but that is ok with me. i got the guy who was in charge, calling all the shots. and now he won't have the shared experience of going down with his boys. i want him to live with the fact that he and some stupid kids all got themselves in some shit and yet he is the one who pays the price. i'm also happy about the fact that his friends are feeling the same way but from a different point of view. they get to breath free air while ther friend rots.i couldn't really fight back, but at least they have their conscience to keep 'em down, assuming they feel remorseful for helping their friend find his way to prison.
Chapter 2
new job! two weeks ago, i worked as a field manager in a group called Environmental Action. after my first day had come and gone came night time. i call a friend who lives down the steet from me to go grab a beer with me.
i'm walking down to meet him on the corner he lives on. as i walk closer i see that someone is getting pistol whipped and robbed, and it's my friend. so i walk toward them, pacing on the double lines of the street so that maybe they can see that there's a witness and run off.
it did not go as planned. one of them advances toward me as he puts his hoody over his head. when he got close enough, i pulled his sweater over his head and started pummeling him until i grab him and pin him on his side into hood of a parked car. "pop this nigga!" and such were flying out of his mouth until the one still on my friend came over and p-whipped me until i let go. when i did, the gun was on me and so they told me to 'run my shit', to which i screamed "fuck you! i just came home from work!" in an effort to draw more attention to the scene by being so loud. with both of them focusing on me, not knowing what to do, and just before my buddy got the chance to come up behind the kid with the gun, they ended up running off. cops were no help this time. the kids most likely jumped back into a conspicous white honda accord that my friend noticed shortly before i waltzed on to the scene and got back on I-95.
hindsight is 20/20...and i can't believe i had the balls to take that kind of gamble. i was just overcome with so much anger, over the fact that my oldest friend was being victimized, and that it was on my own block, as well as the fact that only a few months earlier, i couldn't fight back when the same misfortune landed on me. i felt redeemed, but man oh man what a stupid move!good thing i came out on top.
heed this warning; avoid me everytime i get a new job for the first few days...because i'm cursed, you see. you may get robbed.
p.s. unrelated update...the environmental action shite didn't work out. so i'm typing this at home, taking a break from the job search.
good to be back.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, after my first day of my new job,( that was more than two months ago. i have resigned since then and moved on the other things) walking home from the woman's house at the end of the night around 1 am. as i walk through the parking lot, i am approached by three KIDS with guns. i'm about to be robbed. i didn't even get a chance to step on to the fucking sidewalk.
on my person was 3 dollars, a messenger bag with a digital camera, notebooks, lots and lots of Verizon business phone bills, and a joint that i didn't even realize that i had until i accicdentally found it while sitting in the police station next to the detective that was taking my story. i was also walking around with a cd player that couldn't even snap shut. i had to hold it closed if it were going to play anything. i wasn't exactly the jackpot as far as mugging was concerned.
they took the phone out of my hand and pushed me in between two parked cars. they ended up not taking my bag, partially because i usually button up my shirt over the bag i slung over my shoulder, hopefully making it too time consuming for someone to try and take the bag from me. besides, they probably got discouraged when all they pulled out was a bunch of bills. phew! they even dropped the phone because that wasn't worth anything either. their booty was 3 bucks and a broken cd player.
so, so i say to them, "can i at least get the cd back?" the most benevolent of the three kids with guns humored me by handing me the cd, followed by a blow to the back of the head, though it wasn't hard enough to knock me unconsious it knocks me off my feet and they promptly start the stomping..bummer...
fast foreward to the police station...i tell my story, except for the part where i said they took one hundred and fifty dollars cash from me. then i get dropped off at my girlfriend's place at about 6:30 am so i can pick up the cd that fell out of my hand and finish my walk home with what i like to call 'mother nature's walking stick' that i rediscoved at the station.
one of the three kids were caught tried for assault and robbery, and sentenced, he is away for a very long time. His name is KYLE A. TAYLOR.
i couldn't identify the other two for sure. but that is ok with me. i got the guy who was in charge, calling all the shots. and now he won't have the shared experience of going down with his boys. i want him to live with the fact that he and some stupid kids all got themselves in some shit and yet he is the one who pays the price. i'm also happy about the fact that his friends are feeling the same way but from a different point of view. they get to breath free air while ther friend rots.i couldn't really fight back, but at least they have their conscience to keep 'em down, assuming they feel remorseful for helping their friend find his way to prison.
Chapter 2
new job! two weeks ago, i worked as a field manager in a group called Environmental Action. after my first day had come and gone came night time. i call a friend who lives down the steet from me to go grab a beer with me.
i'm walking down to meet him on the corner he lives on. as i walk closer i see that someone is getting pistol whipped and robbed, and it's my friend. so i walk toward them, pacing on the double lines of the street so that maybe they can see that there's a witness and run off.
it did not go as planned. one of them advances toward me as he puts his hoody over his head. when he got close enough, i pulled his sweater over his head and started pummeling him until i grab him and pin him on his side into hood of a parked car. "pop this nigga!" and such were flying out of his mouth until the one still on my friend came over and p-whipped me until i let go. when i did, the gun was on me and so they told me to 'run my shit', to which i screamed "fuck you! i just came home from work!" in an effort to draw more attention to the scene by being so loud. with both of them focusing on me, not knowing what to do, and just before my buddy got the chance to come up behind the kid with the gun, they ended up running off. cops were no help this time. the kids most likely jumped back into a conspicous white honda accord that my friend noticed shortly before i waltzed on to the scene and got back on I-95.
hindsight is 20/20...and i can't believe i had the balls to take that kind of gamble. i was just overcome with so much anger, over the fact that my oldest friend was being victimized, and that it was on my own block, as well as the fact that only a few months earlier, i couldn't fight back when the same misfortune landed on me. i felt redeemed, but man oh man what a stupid move!good thing i came out on top.
heed this warning; avoid me everytime i get a new job for the first few days...because i'm cursed, you see. you may get robbed.
p.s. unrelated update...the environmental action shite didn't work out. so i'm typing this at home, taking a break from the job search.
good to be back.