Let's just say it happened in another life
I'm sitting here today and for some god-awful reason I started thinking about an incident that happened long ago, in another life...
I guess that means the readers win today, because I've decided to share....
It was a normal summer day. I had just come back from boot camp early due to some comedy of errors on my part which went down after I got to San Diego. If I remember correctly I was about two months into returning to the Puget Sound, and I happened to be staying with a family member in Kent, WA.
Another younger family member of mine was also staying there at the same time, and she was having friends over each and every day. The owners of the house had a nice garden with something that some people consider medicine, and much to my dismay, this younger family member of mine had been stealing some this medicine for herself and taking it into downtown Kent to show off to her friends.
David, Bob and I were downstairs, enjoying some of our hard work when we heard this younger female family member yelling at someone coming into the house. Naturally we were pretty concerned with who had come over to our workshop.
We started heading upstairs only to be met by three Male's in our stairwell, asking to use the phone. Bob decides to hand them the cordless phone, hoping to avoid a conflict, at which point they advise us that we can no longer contact 911 now that they have the phone and then quickly say "but you really wouldn't want to call the cops anyhow now would you?"
Fuck no. They will make this situation an order of magnitude worse. We have to figure out how to get these three trick ass thugs out of our house with out shit popping off. Guns will bring cops, noise will bring cops, yelling will bring cops... you get the picture.
Luckily, right before this went down I had a chance to walk by these three punks up the split level stairs into the living room. I knew I had left my knife on the coffee table upstairs (a stupid mistake that I have yet to repeat since this incident), and I was concerned that one of these shitty bitches might get to it before me. We didn't know what they were carrying, and we sure didn't want shit lighting up right in our entry way if we could avoid it.
I start thinking "what in the fuck is going on here, we are going to need to throw down right here on the split level stairs." Bob tries to calm these three idiots down, meanwhile I'm upstairs picking up my Teflon coated Benchmade from the coffee table and UN-screwing the wood pole from a house broom. I'm getting ready to beat some funky trick ass.
At this point David is still standing next to Bob, Bob is holding our HUGE attack trained German Shepard, they are all three at the bottom of the stairs. I am at the top of them ready to start knocking funky bitches down the stairs.
The younger female family member of mine is standing at the top with a female friend which I noticed didn't seem scared at all like you would think. In fact she was EXTREMELY CALM... something I will touch on later.
Bob tries to negotiate with the intruders, eventually he tells them all we have is a small amount of what they are looking for, but that he would be glad to give it to them if they would just leave.
I couldn't fucking believe it. The guy running the show here is pussing out harder than I've ever seen. David and I are ready to beat the shit out of these fucks right after we let the dog have a piece. I'm visualizing the wooden pole, being used as a staff, going right through some eye sockets and knocking teeth right the fuck out of mouths left and right. I'm starting to wonder just how serious this is going to get....
Bob hands over the small stash... and without hesitation the punk fuckers say "now we want the rest..."
Well of-fucking-course... I mean would you stop asking for shit if your previous attempt proved successful? Fuck no, especially if you have nothing to lose.
David and I are tripping out at this point, we can't even believe what is going on. At this point we look at each other like we are just going to set it off and fuck what Bob says. At that very moment, as if he somehow heard our mutual thoughts, Bob let the dog go and ran down the stairs to get an axe. We didn't have any guns in the house at this point, mainly because a weapons enhancement charge will ruin your fucking life here in the states.
I start rushing these fuckers who are now scrambling to get away from the dog and David, and follow them out the door.
Bob came around the other side of the house with the axe in a rage I have seen only one other time in his eyes and he swung....
He had just sharpened that blade the week before... I know it was sharp because I had just split wood with it the day before.... there was blood spray, screaming... and an adrenaline burst that you only see when someone is trying to end another persons livelihood and or life in general.
Bob stopped, somewhat shocked at what had just happened. I continued running after them about halfway down the country road until I was convinced they wouldn't be turning around to come back.
I came back to the house. My younger female family member was still there, as were David and Bob. The other girl had left... and took her calmness with her. Some quick investigation quickly revealed that she had been in on the plot.
We couldn't figure out how these three punk fuckers got into the house in the first place, other than someone must have let them in. My younger female family member apparently let her "friend" in, who quickly made sure to unlock the door behind her back, at which point her friends came in. They marked our house because this same family member had been stealing stash and taking it downtown and showing it off. Upon others inquiring as to where she obtained this, she explained that "she just gets it, and that's all they need to know."
Now so you know, yes.. when something happens, it happens just like this. Something so small and stupid, a thread for enemies to pull on in order to cause a hole in your outer shell... just enough for them to get in.
Talk about a crazy day in the life of yours truly... it's one of many, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it. If not, fuck you.
-link
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I guess that means the readers win today, because I've decided to share....
It was a normal summer day. I had just come back from boot camp early due to some comedy of errors on my part which went down after I got to San Diego. If I remember correctly I was about two months into returning to the Puget Sound, and I happened to be staying with a family member in Kent, WA.
Another younger family member of mine was also staying there at the same time, and she was having friends over each and every day. The owners of the house had a nice garden with something that some people consider medicine, and much to my dismay, this younger family member of mine had been stealing some this medicine for herself and taking it into downtown Kent to show off to her friends.
David, Bob and I were downstairs, enjoying some of our hard work when we heard this younger female family member yelling at someone coming into the house. Naturally we were pretty concerned with who had come over to our workshop.
We started heading upstairs only to be met by three Male's in our stairwell, asking to use the phone. Bob decides to hand them the cordless phone, hoping to avoid a conflict, at which point they advise us that we can no longer contact 911 now that they have the phone and then quickly say "but you really wouldn't want to call the cops anyhow now would you?"
Fuck no. They will make this situation an order of magnitude worse. We have to figure out how to get these three trick ass thugs out of our house with out shit popping off. Guns will bring cops, noise will bring cops, yelling will bring cops... you get the picture.
Luckily, right before this went down I had a chance to walk by these three punks up the split level stairs into the living room. I knew I had left my knife on the coffee table upstairs (a stupid mistake that I have yet to repeat since this incident), and I was concerned that one of these shitty bitches might get to it before me. We didn't know what they were carrying, and we sure didn't want shit lighting up right in our entry way if we could avoid it.
I start thinking "what in the fuck is going on here, we are going to need to throw down right here on the split level stairs." Bob tries to calm these three idiots down, meanwhile I'm upstairs picking up my Teflon coated Benchmade from the coffee table and UN-screwing the wood pole from a house broom. I'm getting ready to beat some funky trick ass.
At this point David is still standing next to Bob, Bob is holding our HUGE attack trained German Shepard, they are all three at the bottom of the stairs. I am at the top of them ready to start knocking funky bitches down the stairs.
The younger female family member of mine is standing at the top with a female friend which I noticed didn't seem scared at all like you would think. In fact she was EXTREMELY CALM... something I will touch on later.
Bob tries to negotiate with the intruders, eventually he tells them all we have is a small amount of what they are looking for, but that he would be glad to give it to them if they would just leave.
I couldn't fucking believe it. The guy running the show here is pussing out harder than I've ever seen. David and I are ready to beat the shit out of these fucks right after we let the dog have a piece. I'm visualizing the wooden pole, being used as a staff, going right through some eye sockets and knocking teeth right the fuck out of mouths left and right. I'm starting to wonder just how serious this is going to get....
Bob hands over the small stash... and without hesitation the punk fuckers say "now we want the rest..."
Well of-fucking-course... I mean would you stop asking for shit if your previous attempt proved successful? Fuck no, especially if you have nothing to lose.
David and I are tripping out at this point, we can't even believe what is going on. At this point we look at each other like we are just going to set it off and fuck what Bob says. At that very moment, as if he somehow heard our mutual thoughts, Bob let the dog go and ran down the stairs to get an axe. We didn't have any guns in the house at this point, mainly because a weapons enhancement charge will ruin your fucking life here in the states.
I start rushing these fuckers who are now scrambling to get away from the dog and David, and follow them out the door.
Bob came around the other side of the house with the axe in a rage I have seen only one other time in his eyes and he swung....
He had just sharpened that blade the week before... I know it was sharp because I had just split wood with it the day before.... there was blood spray, screaming... and an adrenaline burst that you only see when someone is trying to end another persons livelihood and or life in general.
Bob stopped, somewhat shocked at what had just happened. I continued running after them about halfway down the country road until I was convinced they wouldn't be turning around to come back.
I came back to the house. My younger female family member was still there, as were David and Bob. The other girl had left... and took her calmness with her. Some quick investigation quickly revealed that she had been in on the plot.
We couldn't figure out how these three punk fuckers got into the house in the first place, other than someone must have let them in. My younger female family member apparently let her "friend" in, who quickly made sure to unlock the door behind her back, at which point her friends came in. They marked our house because this same family member had been stealing stash and taking it downtown and showing it off. Upon others inquiring as to where she obtained this, she explained that "she just gets it, and that's all they need to know."
Now so you know, yes.. when something happens, it happens just like this. Something so small and stupid, a thread for enemies to pull on in order to cause a hole in your outer shell... just enough for them to get in.
Talk about a crazy day in the life of yours truly... it's one of many, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it. If not, fuck you.
-link
Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in kent, bitch killa, stupid fuckers, thoughts
posted by link at Friday, July 27, 2007
2 Comments:
Holy shit man. This story is almost as crazy as that time I stubbed my toe. And that is crazy man, fucking crazy.
OK, you win!
Hah! Nice one!
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