I had a group of guys begin to pile up around my car when I was younger while one tried to take the keys to my car with one hand and tried stealing anything in the passenger seat he could get his hands on - luckily, a large group of my friends were right around the corner. I voted no, because they didn't have the chance, but there's no doubt in my mind I would have been robbed/car jacked at best that night had my friends not been there.
Poll: Vicims of Violent Crime Here?
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alligator94
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I was walking home from work (less than a mile from where I lived at the time) at about 3am. Two punks with wooden baseball bats demanded my wallet. I of course did not want to give it to them so they both attacked me. In the end I still had my wallet plus a baseball bat but I looked like I got run over by a train. They looked about the same, but my head was all swollen and cut and I had to throw away my clothes because of all the blood. The police took a report but said there was almost no chance of catching them. I ended up carrying that baseball bat in the trunk of my car until I turned 18 and got a shotgun.
This was a pseudo-random act of violence. You'll see what I mean. 6 or 7 years ago when I was 18 and too young for a legal CCW I was harassed, assaulted, and robbed at gunpoint.
I was living in a VERY seedy motel in Middletown, CT (not a big city, more like a huge dump). A white fellow living in a hotel full of outstanding yet underprivileged African-Americans doesn't mix well. I don't know why I lasted as long as I did there, perhaps it was the presence of the highly ambitious yet equally oppressed Latinos competing so fiercely with the other youth groups of the area in sporting events. Those poor young men couldn't even afford new jerseys; they had to wear cast-offs from some guy named O'Neil who favored size XXXL. Maybe it was all of the alcohol which needed guzzling, the children who required abusing, etc.
To the point: Ironically, on the day I was preparing to leave with some creepy [people] who later got theirs, I was approached by the most ambitious of our tight knit community with the claim that I had been ogling his woman. Considering this nasty [woman] probably weighed more than 4 of me, I respectfully denied such horrible, disgusting accusations. This fellow was about my size, but since I had seen him but 2 hours ago smoking crack I'm sure he wouldn't have felt the pain from the large knife in my pocket so I didn't even bother. I was considering doing something, anything... suddenly I'm looking down the barrel of what seemed to be a 9mm or perhaps a 40 S&W. I couldn't tell because someone else walked from behind my van who was also armed, or at least pretending to be. Adrenaline makes any bore triple in size anyhow. I had a strange hot feeling flow over me very much UNLIKE the feeling you get when embarrassed. It was more of a flash, almost had bite to it. He was talking some absolutely psychotic babble. Seriously, it didn't make ANY sense and I knew right there I was dead as this man was seriously demented. His sentences made sense, it's just that his scenarios didn't. Drug induced paranoia. The worst kind?
Anyways, after something I literally can't remember I got knocked in the head HARD and didn't fall down. He ripped my gold necklace off and I heard his buddy scramble. 5 seconds later, he was off running as well. It appears my new found creepy friends who I was going to hitch a ride with as far west as I could get finally came onto the scene. I later found out that they saw the whole thing but were too pussy to come out and play.
Days passed, swelling went down (the ego did too) and I placed a few anonymous tips about his rather large drug dealing operation to a few interested LEO offices from a phone in PA.
Sorry for the verbose quality of the post, I'm just amped up right now thinking about it. I've never talked about this before to anyone but 3 select, close friends. I am currently in the process of purchasing a rather nice SA XD .45 (or perhaps a 1911 if the whim strikes me) to CC. If a situation like that ever came up again, I'm pretty sure I'd be justified in dumping the whole clip dead center into a chest or two. I might not live; but then I'm running on borrowed time anyhow.
I was living in a VERY seedy motel in Middletown, CT (not a big city, more like a huge dump). A white fellow living in a hotel full of outstanding yet underprivileged African-Americans doesn't mix well. I don't know why I lasted as long as I did there, perhaps it was the presence of the highly ambitious yet equally oppressed Latinos competing so fiercely with the other youth groups of the area in sporting events. Those poor young men couldn't even afford new jerseys; they had to wear cast-offs from some guy named O'Neil who favored size XXXL. Maybe it was all of the alcohol which needed guzzling, the children who required abusing, etc.
To the point: Ironically, on the day I was preparing to leave with some creepy [people] who later got theirs, I was approached by the most ambitious of our tight knit community with the claim that I had been ogling his woman. Considering this nasty [woman] probably weighed more than 4 of me, I respectfully denied such horrible, disgusting accusations. This fellow was about my size, but since I had seen him but 2 hours ago smoking crack I'm sure he wouldn't have felt the pain from the large knife in my pocket so I didn't even bother. I was considering doing something, anything... suddenly I'm looking down the barrel of what seemed to be a 9mm or perhaps a 40 S&W. I couldn't tell because someone else walked from behind my van who was also armed, or at least pretending to be. Adrenaline makes any bore triple in size anyhow. I had a strange hot feeling flow over me very much UNLIKE the feeling you get when embarrassed. It was more of a flash, almost had bite to it. He was talking some absolutely psychotic babble. Seriously, it didn't make ANY sense and I knew right there I was dead as this man was seriously demented. His sentences made sense, it's just that his scenarios didn't. Drug induced paranoia. The worst kind?
Anyways, after something I literally can't remember I got knocked in the head HARD and didn't fall down. He ripped my gold necklace off and I heard his buddy scramble. 5 seconds later, he was off running as well. It appears my new found creepy friends who I was going to hitch a ride with as far west as I could get finally came onto the scene. I later found out that they saw the whole thing but were too pussy to come out and play.
Days passed, swelling went down (the ego did too) and I placed a few anonymous tips about his rather large drug dealing operation to a few interested LEO offices from a phone in PA.
Sorry for the verbose quality of the post, I'm just amped up right now thinking about it. I've never talked about this before to anyone but 3 select, close friends. I am currently in the process of purchasing a rather nice SA XD .45 (or perhaps a 1911 if the whim strikes me) to CC. If a situation like that ever came up again, I'm pretty sure I'd be justified in dumping the whole clip dead center into a chest or two. I might not live; but then I'm running on borrowed time anyhow.
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