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Have you ever been mugged?
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2018-03-23 at 1:48 AM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 2:23 AM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 3:26 AM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 3:38 AM UTCI can't recall if I've responded to this and not in mood to read all pages but, yes.
London. Near a Holiday Inn. Summer, 2000.
Walking with a friend from the hotel to try and find a nearby gas station for something to eat. A couple blocks away there was a station but it was closed so we continued on. Black Londoner comes up on his bike, probably bling bling as I look back on it, asks us for a... for a fag. I didn't smoke at the time, my friend didn't either, so we told him sorry man we don't smoke. He gets insistent to just give him a cig. I laugh, "fuck, dude, we don't smoke we don't have any fucking smokes. sorry." He says "you think is a joke?" "No, what? We don't smoke," I say.
"This isn't a joke! I got a knife in my pocket. Give me 5 pounds each." I'm paraphrasing a bit. Something to that effect.
Anyway we were like 16,17 yrs old. In foreign country. I was admittedly nervous and complied even though he didn't actually produce or show that he actually had a knife. My buddy did have a 5 pound coin and of course I only had a 20 pound coin and just gave it to him rather than asking for change. When we looked back at it, especially immediately after, I was obviously pissed and just wondered why the fuck we didn't kick him over on his bike or just overpower him since there were 2 of us, but we didn't, for whatever reason.
So yeah I think 20 pounds was like 30 US dollars or something. Not much of a loss but still sucked, though it's a little story to tell. -
2018-03-23 at 9 PM UTCI got mugged by your mom. She took $20 and some of my semen.
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2018-03-23 at 9:05 PM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ I can't recall if I've responded to this and not in mood to read all pages but, yes.
London. Near a Holiday Inn. Summer, 2000.
Walking with a friend from the hotel to try and find a nearby gas station for something to eat. A couple blocks away there was a station but it was closed so we continued on. Black Londoner comes up on his bike, probably bling bling as I look back on it, asks us for a… for a fag. I didn't smoke at the time, my friend didn't either, so we told him sorry man we don't smoke. He gets insistent to just give him a cig. I laugh, "fuck, dude, we don't smoke we don't have any fucking smokes. sorry." He says "you think is a joke?" "No, what? We don't smoke," I say.
"This isn't a joke! I got a knife in my pocket. Give me 5 pounds each." I'm paraphrasing a bit. Something to that effect.
Anyway we were like 16,17 yrs old. In foreign country. I was admittedly nervous and complied even though he didn't actually produce or show that he actually had a knife. My buddy did have a 5 pound coin and of course I only had a 20 pound coin and just gave it to him rather than asking for change. When we looked back at it, especially immediately after, I was obviously pissed and just wondered why the fuck we didn't kick him over on his bike or just overpower him since there were 2 of us, but we didn't, for whatever reason.
So yeah I think 20 pounds was like 30 US dollars or something. Not much of a loss but still sucked, though it's a little story to tell.
um, no.
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2018-03-23 at 10:46 PM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 10:55 PM UTC20 pounds, fuck that’s a heavy coin.
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2018-03-23 at 10:57 PM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 10:58 PM UTC
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2018-03-23 at 11:03 PM UTCWell fuck. I guess it was a note. I don't know why I remember it as a coin.
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2018-03-23 at 11:08 PM UTCnot a £2 coin? they're quite big chunky fuckers.
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2018-03-23 at 11:17 PM UTCNah I distinctly remember him asking for 5 pounds each and me being in the shitty position of only having 20 and nothing less.
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2018-03-23 at 11:23 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 12:46 AM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ I can't recall if I've responded to this and not in mood to read all pages but, yes.
London. Near a Holiday Inn. Summer, 2000.
Walking with a friend from the hotel to try and find a nearby gas station for something to eat. A couple blocks away there was a station but it was closed so we continued on. Black Londoner comes up on his bike, probably bling bling as I look back on it, asks us for a… for a fag. I didn't smoke at the time, my friend didn't either, so we told him sorry man we don't smoke. He gets insistent to just give him a cig. I laugh, "fuck, dude, we don't smoke we don't have any fucking smokes. sorry." He says "you think is a joke?" "No, what? We don't smoke," I say.
"This isn't a joke! I got a knife in my pocket. Give me 5 pounds each." I'm paraphrasing a bit. Something to that effect.
Anyway we were like 16,17 yrs old. In foreign country. I was admittedly nervous and complied even though he didn't actually produce or show that he actually had a knife. My buddy did have a 5 pound coin and of course I only had a 20 pound coin and just gave it to him rather than asking for change. When we looked back at it, especially immediately after, I was obviously pissed and just wondered why the fuck we didn't kick him over on his bike or just overpower him since there were 2 of us, but we didn't, for whatever reason.
So yeah I think 20 pounds was like 30 US dollars or something. Not much of a loss but still sucked, though it's a little story to tell.
was that the holiday inn by heathrow airport by any chance?
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2018-03-24 at 12:51 AM UTCI got mugged by some crazy hooker who threatened to stab me with a dirty needle. i think it was for like 18 bux.
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2018-03-24 at 1:42 AM UTCi just remembered i got robbed by these two fuckheads when i was 16 and still a wet behind the ears kid selling a bit of hash. me and my pals back then had got into this local empty house and had been squatting in it for a few weeks. these two local piss/smack heads had turned up coz they were pretty good friends with my mate's older brother, one was dean brooks who was well known for being quite a local hard nut and pretty fucking nutty an all, and his no good for nothing pal robert dilly. this particular day i was with one of my pals who was only about 13 at the time, we'd just got back to the squat and nobody was there. i'd just picked up some hash and was gonna weigh it up in the squat when dean and dilly came back. i asked them if they needed anything but they were pretty pissed and broke as usual. we went into the back room to weigh the hash and left the two piss heads in the front room. a few moments later dilly came out with a big chunk of wood in his hand demanding the hash off me. dean didn't come in with him but was just in the next room. he used to be the boss of the two and it was pretty obvious he'd sent dilly in to do the dirty work but would have soon shot in if necessary. my pal being only 13 obviously wasn't up for it and i was still just a kid myself and wouldn't have come off too well if i'd put up a fight, so i just gave him the oz of hash. i didn't fancy getting my skull caved in with the lump of wood that dilly had in his hand, and i'd seen what dean brooks was capable of a few times, so i knew it wasn't a fight i would win. as soon as i gave over the hash they both chipped off out the door. obviously to cash in so they could go buy more smack and booze.
what the idiots didn't know was that i also had about another 200 quid in cash and a few more oz's of hash too at the time, but i was fucked if i was giving them that and they weren't smart enough to check me, so i just handed over the 1 oz, so it wasn't the end of the world really. after that all us younger lot moved on to another squat up the road, but when my pals kev and adrian went back there to collect their things they both took a shit and smeared it all over the two brown leather armchairs that were in the front room. we were laughing for years at being told how brooks and dilly had come back later and were both pissed out their faces and sitting in the two chairs and both saying 'where the fuck is that smell coming from' while too pissed to realize they were both sitting in it, lol.
anyway, about 4 years later i was more grown up now and had moved on to selling E's for this north london firm up the west end. we all used to drink in this local bar most evenings before going on to the clubs and hadn't seen brooks or dilly for years as they had both gone spiralled more down into the smack and being homeless fucking tramps basically. then one night i went to the bar and guess who the fuck was sitting there bold as brass like nothing had ever happened with my mate steve? robert fucking dilly. he even had the ghall to say hey to me. i dunno if he'd just completely forgotten what he'd done before or what, but i certainly hadn't and fuck was i letting this opportunity pass. near to closing time i went and stood right outside the front door and just waited. after a while he came bowling out pissed as fuck with my mate steve, who didn't hang with us before, so i don't think he realized what was going on. as soon as dilly was out the door i just grabbed the cunt and threw him to the floor and just laid straight in with the boot to the head. i must have kicked him hard in the head a good twenty times, each time his head was smashing into the wall as it came off my foot, lol. he had blood pissing out all over and everything. then somefuckinghow out of nowhere he jumped up and darted off like fucking lightening across the car park. he must have been so pissed he didn't even really feel how fucked up he was, but yeah i left it at that and didn't bother chasing after that. at that time i was at a level where i couldn't be seen to be getting taken for a mug by anyone and that certainly helped to be seen giving dilly what he deserved.
a couple of years later both brooksy and dilly were dead, brooksy OD'd on the smack and somehow dilly managed to fall off the top of a multi-story car park in town. there was some kind of investigation because they thought he might have been thrown off, which wouldn't surprise me coz he was the type that tended to go round pissing the wrong people off all the time. altho it wasn't anything to do with me, just for the record, lol.
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2018-03-24 at 1:52 AM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist i just remembered i got robbed by these two fuckheads when i was 16 and still a wet behind the ears kid selling a bit of hash. me and my pals back then had got into this local empty house and had been squatting in it for a few weeks. these two local piss/smack heads had turned up coz they were pretty good friends with my mate's older brother, one was dean brooks who was well known for being quite a local hard nut and pretty fucking nutty an all, and his no good for nothing pal robert dilly. this particular day i was with one of my pals who was only about 13 at the time, we'd just got back to the squat and nobody was there. i'd just picked up some hash and was gonna weigh it up in the squat when dean and dilly came back. i asked them if they needed anything but they were pretty pissed and broke as usual. we went into the back room to weigh the hash and left the two piss heads in the front room. a few moments later dilly came out with a big chunk of wood in his hand demanding the hash off me. dean didn't come in with him but was just in the next room. he used to be the boss of the two and it was pretty obvious he'd sent dilly in to do the dirty work but would have soon shot in if necessary. my pal being only 13 obviously wasn't up for it and i was still just a kid myself and wouldn't have come off too well if i'd put up a fight, so i just gave him the oz of hash. i didn't fancy getting my skull caved in with the lump of wood that dilly had in his hand, and i'd seen what dean brooks was capable of a few times, so i knew it wasn't a fight i would win. as soon as i gave over the hash they both chipped off out the door. obviously to cash in so they could go buy more smack and booze.
what the idiots didn't know was that i also had about another 200 quid in cash and a few more oz's of hash too at the time, but i was fucked if i was giving them that and they weren't smart enough to check me, so i just handed over the 1 oz, so it wasn't the end of the world really. after that all us younger lot moved on to another squat up the road, but when my pals kev and adrian went back there to collect their things they both took a shit and smeared it all over the two brown leather armchairs that were in the front room. we were laughing for years at being told how brooks and dilly had come back later and were both pissed out their faces and sitting in the two chairs and both saying 'where the fuck is that smell coming from' while too pissed to realize they were both sitting in it, lol.
anyway, about 4 years later i was more grown up now and had moved on to selling E's for this north london firm up the west end. we all used to drink in this local bar most evenings before going on to the clubs and hadn't seen brooks or dilly for years as they had both gone spiralled more down into the smack and being homeless fucking tramps basically. then one night i went to the bar and guess who the fuck was sitting there bold as brass like nothing had ever happened with my mate steve? robert fucking dilly. he even had the ghall to say hey to me. i dunno if he'd just completely forgotten what he'd done before or what, but i certainly hadn't and fuck was i letting this opportunity pass. near to closing time i went and stood right outside the front door and just waited. after a while he came bowling out pissed as fuck with my mate steve, who didn't hang with us before, so i don't think he realized what was going on. as soon as dilly was out the door i just grabbed the cunt and threw him to the floor and just laid straight in with the boot to the head. i must have kicked him hard in the head a good twenty times, each time his head was smashing into the wall as it came off my foot, lol. he had blood pissing out all over and everything. then somefuckinghow out of nowhere he jumped up and darted off like fucking lightening across the car park. he must have been so pissed he didn't even really feel how fucked up he was, but yeah i left it at that and didn't bother chasing after that. at that time i was at a level where i couldn't be seen to be getting taken for a mug by anyone and that certainly helped to be seen giving dilly what he deserved.
a couple of years later both brooksy and dilly were dead, brooksy OD'd on the smack and somehow dilly managed to fall off the top of a multi-story car park in town. there was some kind of investigation because they thought he might have been thrown off, which wouldn't surprise me coz he was the type that tended to go round pissing the wrong people off all the time. altho it wasn't anything to do with me, just for the record, lol.
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