Fuckin scary experience

This seems like one of those bad movies about black kids in the ghetto.
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Never happened.
Please admit, you are a BASTARD.

It sounds to me like you went outside your buddy's house, and immediately got into a fight, like right outside his house (need more details, like had you walked down the street a bit, then got into the fight or something?)
also, you said you NEED to fight... why would you need to fight 15 people? running is easier, if you know you can't win... but at least no one died (if it is true) :D

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Originally Posted by Stedric

Well it sounds a bit unlikely, but I believe you man. I think we've all had those at least one scary/fucked up experience. The kind that just feels surreal when its happening.

Ok, so keep in mind this all happened after I'd smoked a batch of some VERY good weed...so if the details are a bit sketchy its because I don't remember much about that night.

I went and smoked some pot with two good buddies of mine. One was being a dink at the time so I will refer to him as Dink. The other I will call Brad. We smoked the pot, and Dink friend starts freaking out. He told us he had to go to Rogers Video and buy an Xbox controller. This meant walking through a part of town we really hated (a lot of drunk rednecks--no offense torog--and speed freaks around). Dink friend finally nags and whines at us until we come with him. So we get there, and Dink friend starts to freak out AGAIN. Now he's saying "Wait guys, I can't go in there...I work there!". Instead of yelling at him for being a moron like most people would, I did what any socialist pot-smoking hippie would do...shrugged and smoked some pot.

Anyways the really freaky part involved us smoking pot behind the local high school. It was a shitty place but we really didn't want to stick around that part of town much longer. A few bowls go by and I'm real stoned. Suddenly I realize there's a weird noise I've been ignoring for a while. I realized it was motorcycles. Then about 15 (I'm not exaggerating) local rednecks on motorcycles started came out of nowhere and started to circle us. This went on for about 5 minutes, the whole time they were just staring at us. And I was FREAKING OUT because I literally had no where to run. Then all off the sudden one of them stopped...took off his helmet and said in a friendly voice "Hi!". I was stunned for a second, not really knowing what to do. I managed a weak "hi...?". The guy put on his helmet and drove away, and all the other guys followed him.

:confused: I was so friggin SURE I was going to die young that night. They just drove away without a word.

Sorry if that was long and non-sensical in away way, I'm really high.

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Thats a great story .:D.

yeah, stedric's story is by far the better and least bull of the two im afraid. :)

why didnt you just shit on the guys with the knives, then jack off in front of the indian?

yeah stedric ive had lots of those weird ass experiances when im high, like when aa cop suddenly stops in a parking lot and just stares at you while you're high as fuck and it just starts freaking you out. Or like this one time when I was just chillin in the car tripping my ass off while my friend went into little ceasars and got some pizza, then this jehovahs witness who looked EXACTLY like matt damon starts walkin towards th car and points at me and says to his buddy what looked like "Thats the kids, *undistingushable* *garbled* devil!" That just freaked the shit outta me. But I was high and tripping on LSA that day...

Growing up in Queens New York I was in shit like that all the time...

Didnt help me in life at all though...

Didnt make me a better person...

Lots of fighting with Blacks ....I dunno I never really understood it....Black and White neighborhoods had become staggered, so we crossed each others paths alot...I was a closet liberal though amongst black haters...I went along sometimes cause your not supposed to go against your own people...but we werent always right...

I dunno something like that...

yah this happened last night and i was really stoned when i wrote it so i'll fill in some details. My friend got slashed, not stabbed with a knife across his ribs and was bleeding but we just covered it up with a towel, and we walked down the street from his house and all these guys were meeting us. The reason we fought them was cuz me and my friends are all cocky bastards that believe we can take lots of guys cuz were all pretty tough but not that tough. And muncheemama i only shit and cum on disgraceful shitheads i have no respect for like you:)

i hate it when that happens

So you leave a house and there are 15 people, with knives waiting for you?
You rob stores?
And why would a crackhead care if you robbed a store?

Sounds like you're acting up big time. 15 people don't wait outside of a house with knives for no reason. You're robbing stores and crackheads are telling YOU to be a good boy even though they are the lowest end in society and don't care about anything unless it's their next crack fix? Sounds like you had it coming to me, or you are a good story teller.

The last thing I believe is a crackhead telling you to go back and be a goodboy for breaking the law. Ya fuckin right! You ever met a crackhead? There's only one thing on their mind, crack.