junkie scum in Gotham city
first month in Richmond and I've already been held up at gunpoint.
There were three of us, my roommate and her boyfriend with me in a relatively nice neighborhood barely off of campus and this really skinny black kid with wide tired eyes, anywhere around 16-25 runs up from a church behind us nonchalantly and shoves a pistol in aj's chest. He asks him to empty his pockets and gives him five seconds. his time is up by the time he sets down the beer and presents him the keys and phone in his pocket, all he has. the kid waves the gun at belinda and she gives him her money, and then he proceeds to point at my face. I try to fake him out with some of my money, but he yells at me to give him everything and I do, about $65 as a friend, perhaps a mentor, is watching closely across the street. As he's done, I tell him he's a bastard. He smiles and I look him in the eye and tell him he's a fucking asshole. The smile goes away and he starts to follow me a bit but the larger man across the street joined him and I told him next time he should try getting a fucking job to earn that money in the future. He whistles angrily but the two guys turn off down idylwood and walk away. I can't explain the boiling anger I felt to kill the man. If that gun had been in my chest initially and I was alone I would have broken his wrist and probably stomped his face to death. My teeth were grinding and all I could feel was rage. I wasn't afraid, just filled with a painful amount of restraint not to pounce him, but I didn't want to risk the chance of him shooting aj. Who the fuck has the right to use death as power just to score a few bucks for their next fix? I don't care about the money but the concept enrages me so much I don't think I could've helped myself from taking that power away and kicked the shit out of him if I safely had the chance.
...and he never took the beer. hahahahaha!
the detective berated me for coming to richmond. He said VCU was the only state university where he felt the students were thankful for the police rather than afraid of them. He asked me why I was there, I explained I was an art student, he laughed and said, "there's gotta be a better place than here." He told me more than 50% of students who spend all four years here are victim to some sort of violent crime before they leave. the scum of the inner city flock to us and lurk like parasites surrounding the campus, waiting for the next college student with money for books in his pockets.
p.s., hanna is supposed to hit richmond tonight or tomorrow and with estimates of 30-60mph with horizontal rains. My dorm was built in 1915 and horizontal rains flood even the upper floors every hurricane by seeping through the old bricks with such force. on top of that, the james river by the city swells and floods the streets. My room is full of art supplies and electronics with nowhere elevated in the tiny ass room to put them and apparently we have to pay for the damages.
There were three of us, my roommate and her boyfriend with me in a relatively nice neighborhood barely off of campus and this really skinny black kid with wide tired eyes, anywhere around 16-25 runs up from a church behind us nonchalantly and shoves a pistol in aj's chest. He asks him to empty his pockets and gives him five seconds. his time is up by the time he sets down the beer and presents him the keys and phone in his pocket, all he has. the kid waves the gun at belinda and she gives him her money, and then he proceeds to point at my face. I try to fake him out with some of my money, but he yells at me to give him everything and I do, about $65 as a friend, perhaps a mentor, is watching closely across the street. As he's done, I tell him he's a bastard. He smiles and I look him in the eye and tell him he's a fucking asshole. The smile goes away and he starts to follow me a bit but the larger man across the street joined him and I told him next time he should try getting a fucking job to earn that money in the future. He whistles angrily but the two guys turn off down idylwood and walk away. I can't explain the boiling anger I felt to kill the man. If that gun had been in my chest initially and I was alone I would have broken his wrist and probably stomped his face to death. My teeth were grinding and all I could feel was rage. I wasn't afraid, just filled with a painful amount of restraint not to pounce him, but I didn't want to risk the chance of him shooting aj. Who the fuck has the right to use death as power just to score a few bucks for their next fix? I don't care about the money but the concept enrages me so much I don't think I could've helped myself from taking that power away and kicked the shit out of him if I safely had the chance.
...and he never took the beer. hahahahaha!
the detective berated me for coming to richmond. He said VCU was the only state university where he felt the students were thankful for the police rather than afraid of them. He asked me why I was there, I explained I was an art student, he laughed and said, "there's gotta be a better place than here." He told me more than 50% of students who spend all four years here are victim to some sort of violent crime before they leave. the scum of the inner city flock to us and lurk like parasites surrounding the campus, waiting for the next college student with money for books in his pockets.
p.s., hanna is supposed to hit richmond tonight or tomorrow and with estimates of 30-60mph with horizontal rains. My dorm was built in 1915 and horizontal rains flood even the upper floors every hurricane by seeping through the old bricks with such force. on top of that, the james river by the city swells and floods the streets. My room is full of art supplies and electronics with nowhere elevated in the tiny ass room to put them and apparently we have to pay for the damages.