anybody ever witnessed a crime?

[Matt the Funk]

haha I like that ----the hooded figure----..........and who ever is talkin about coming to some ones house..... hell Ill give you my address pleas come here and start shit. I am begging you drop me a line and i will give you my phone number my address. the only rapings that happen here are people form out side who dont know where they are. But my family is from here so Ill put up the littlest girl in my family against you or 50 fools who look just like you. If your up for it drop me a line cause that kinda violance is like going to the gym for us.. we do it every day. I know the mods arnt gonna like this post but hey, Im just sending a friendly invite my home page is always open to friends of all kinds. imp:imp:imp:---------everyday bring it

You must not know how to read. I was reffering to other people doing it. I've never broken into a house, probably never will. Only houses i've "broken into" are old abandoned ones. And I am completely serious, I doubt you could handle a bunch of insane little teenage kids breaking into your house(assuming they are smart enough to bring weapons). And hell if you really wanted to give me your adress, i'd gladly accept it. Might come in handy sometime later for something, who knows what.

[Breukelen advocaat]

Where I grew up, as children (pre-teen) we behaved like little sociopaths, since things that we thought were "fun" were not understood by us to be bad or dangerous. We did some really crazy stuff - to kids we knew as well as strangers, including adults, and older kids. I wasn't as bad as many of the kids I hung out with and most, back then, probably couldn't compete with the worst bad kids of today. We took a lot of chances, though, for kids under ten years old. Good thing we didn't have guns.

[marijuana_dreamz]

yes..i've seen a cop get stabbed a few times byt the guy he was trying to arrest

[MadSativa]

You must not know how to read. I was reffering to other people doing it. I've never broken into a house, probably never will. Only houses i've "broken into" are old abandoned ones. And I am completely serious, I doubt you could handle a bunch of insane little teenage kids breaking into your house(assuming they are smart enough to bring weapons). And hell if you really wanted to give me your adress, i'd gladly accept it. Might come in handy sometime later for something, who knows what.

Its all good then, If I read it wrong, then I read it wrong..... my bad, However I hear stuff like that and thems fightin words..... but its all good we just postin threads and smokin blunts. imp:

[S.W.I.M. 504]

during katrina i saw some people breaking in to jewelry stores and mcdonalds, anything with a window. but that sort of stuff was nothing compared to what they did to those people when they declared marshal law. alot of murders went unpunished because anyone with a police or military record was allowed to kill anyone "looting". and some things ive heard from people i hope are not true

[Breukelen advocaat]

please, elaborate

I had this large metal and wood non-BB air-rifle that made a loud blast when you pumped it up and fired it. It was not mine originally, but was given to my by the mother of another kid in the neighborhood. It was probably made in the 1940's or early 50's. We found that by sticking the tip of the barrel in the ground, you could shoot dirt, pebbles, etc. out of it simply by the power of the blast. One time when we were fooling with it my friend pumped it up to the max, stuck it in some mud and dirt, and went to an avenue where the traffic was stopped by a red light. He walked up to a truck with an open window and shot the driver in the face. I don't remember exactly what happened since we both ran, but the driver got out of the cab and chased my friend.

We made "carpet guns" which shot pieces of linoleum through the air. I do remember aiming at open windows, the further the better, as this was before most people had air-conditioning.

Other times friends and I would break into basements of apartment buildings to help ourselves to boxes of old comic books, and other things. I wish I'd have saved the comics, as they'd probably be worth a fortune today.

Simply taunting and challenging older teenage kids, store owners, and other adults, was another thing my friends were fond of. I guess I was too, since I was with them.

One kid, who I stopped hanging out with because I found he was too crazy, was very adept with chemicals and explosives. He made a bomb that was thrown by some of his classmates into their public elementary school one night. This did a lot of damage and blew out windows not only of the school, but homes in the neighborhood as well. Fortunately, nobody was hurt. The perpetrators were caught, and my ex-friend claimed he didn't know the details of what his friends were going to do with the bomb, and that they'd just asked him to make it for them. I think that he was probably put on some kind of probation.