Knife pulled out on me - shit got real
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 9:42 pm
So like the title says it is pretty black and white.
Background info:
My two buddies hit me up to chill and hang out. I've known these guys for over 10 years and gotten to know a few of their close friends. So hanging out was nothing new. These guys are from Hollis- used to live that gangster lifestyle or at least try to. They've done their faie share of dirt and so have their friends. However they're city workers now some have families but they still got that hood mentality.
What happen:
My boy and some other dude, who I never met are busting each other's balls about some stupid shit. I wasn't really paying attentions or taking part. I learned as a teenager not to make fun/bust balls with someone I don't know. I guess this new guy was getting fed up and he starts talking about how he'll fuck anyone up.
Before I know it, he grabs a big ass butcher knife and starts waving it and doing some karate kid shit with it. I'm standing across from him. Far enough where I can't get accidentally poked. He puts the knife to his own neck and asks who wants to get it? I'm doing my best to stay calm and logically think about how I can get out of this situation in one piece.
This is going for 10 minutes. Felt like we're being held hostage. His boys are trying to talk to him. I have my eye on an empty bottle. Ready to swing if he comes close to me. Finally this asshole puts the knife away and he got the boot. As he's leaving he takes a swing at my boy who was fucking around with him. That shit gets broken up quick. I waited a bit to leave because this motherfucker might be crazy and poke the first person who comes around the corner.
I waited for someone to bounce so we can leave together. As we're walking to our rides, this idiot pulls up. The guy I was with told me to go everything was cool. I don't know what they talked about but he drove off.
All I kept thinking about was a FB article from steve's page about how less effective we are when shit gets real. My plan was a beer bottle. That's fucking terrible. This week I'm going to register for BJJ because I need to be able to defend and disarm.
What if he did try to poke me? Or someone else?
Background info:
My two buddies hit me up to chill and hang out. I've known these guys for over 10 years and gotten to know a few of their close friends. So hanging out was nothing new. These guys are from Hollis- used to live that gangster lifestyle or at least try to. They've done their faie share of dirt and so have their friends. However they're city workers now some have families but they still got that hood mentality.
What happen:
My boy and some other dude, who I never met are busting each other's balls about some stupid shit. I wasn't really paying attentions or taking part. I learned as a teenager not to make fun/bust balls with someone I don't know. I guess this new guy was getting fed up and he starts talking about how he'll fuck anyone up.
Before I know it, he grabs a big ass butcher knife and starts waving it and doing some karate kid shit with it. I'm standing across from him. Far enough where I can't get accidentally poked. He puts the knife to his own neck and asks who wants to get it? I'm doing my best to stay calm and logically think about how I can get out of this situation in one piece.
This is going for 10 minutes. Felt like we're being held hostage. His boys are trying to talk to him. I have my eye on an empty bottle. Ready to swing if he comes close to me. Finally this asshole puts the knife away and he got the boot. As he's leaving he takes a swing at my boy who was fucking around with him. That shit gets broken up quick. I waited a bit to leave because this motherfucker might be crazy and poke the first person who comes around the corner.
I waited for someone to bounce so we can leave together. As we're walking to our rides, this idiot pulls up. The guy I was with told me to go everything was cool. I don't know what they talked about but he drove off.
All I kept thinking about was a FB article from steve's page about how less effective we are when shit gets real. My plan was a beer bottle. That's fucking terrible. This week I'm going to register for BJJ because I need to be able to defend and disarm.
What if he did try to poke me? Or someone else?