Eventually.
Posted: Tue Oct 14, 08 12:51 pmTook long enough. Today, I got robbed.
I was on the bus to school in the morning. Listening to music, minding my business, trying to not to vomit everywhere.
I spot some guy in the back, so I sit in the middle. He moves behind me. From this moment, I knew what was going to happen. too long; didn't read make noise, I punch you up, snake me up, I punch you up, tell ANYONE I punch you up. Dickhead still thinks this passes as a threat. Unfortunately, I'm more than aware of how bad this could end if he hits me in my stomach, which I know he will. And for all I know, he could have a knife in his pocket. So I hand over my phone.
Suddenly, he decides this is his stop. What a coincidence, it's mine too. I followed him a little through Catford, but he clocked on to my cunning plan. However, it had already succeeded. I spotted those plastic feds. I'd never been so happy to see the cunts in my life. They took down a bunch of bullshit from me and thankfully, two REAL cops, undercover ones, headed in my direction.
I had to recite all the goddamn information again for them, but my enemy had a distinctive name. Marcille. I knew what school he went to, I recognised him from before. They had his address too.
Now wait, I hear you cry. Ruben, do you not associate with these kind of people all the time? How can you be so quick to betray the law of the street for your own ends? Does this not make you a hypocrite?
And my response to you is, I am allowed to write my own rules. If you are my enemy, my rules of protection do not stretch to you.
But I'm going to find him. I'm not going to get every hood I know to find him and get him, I'm going to get him myself. More likely, he'll find me. And when he does, if he's not on his own, I'm going to snake on him again. If he's on his own, and it's not morning, I'm going to catch him and fucking kill him. Surprise surprise Marcille, I own a knife too.
If I don't post a result within a week, I'm dead.
I was on the bus to school in the morning. Listening to music, minding my business, trying to not to vomit everywhere.
I spot some guy in the back, so I sit in the middle. He moves behind me. From this moment, I knew what was going to happen. too long; didn't read make noise, I punch you up, snake me up, I punch you up, tell ANYONE I punch you up. Dickhead still thinks this passes as a threat. Unfortunately, I'm more than aware of how bad this could end if he hits me in my stomach, which I know he will. And for all I know, he could have a knife in his pocket. So I hand over my phone.
Suddenly, he decides this is his stop. What a coincidence, it's mine too. I followed him a little through Catford, but he clocked on to my cunning plan. However, it had already succeeded. I spotted those plastic feds. I'd never been so happy to see the cunts in my life. They took down a bunch of bullshit from me and thankfully, two REAL cops, undercover ones, headed in my direction.
I had to recite all the goddamn information again for them, but my enemy had a distinctive name. Marcille. I knew what school he went to, I recognised him from before. They had his address too.
Now wait, I hear you cry. Ruben, do you not associate with these kind of people all the time? How can you be so quick to betray the law of the street for your own ends? Does this not make you a hypocrite?
And my response to you is, I am allowed to write my own rules. If you are my enemy, my rules of protection do not stretch to you.
But I'm going to find him. I'm not going to get every hood I know to find him and get him, I'm going to get him myself. More likely, he'll find me. And when he does, if he's not on his own, I'm going to snake on him again. If he's on his own, and it's not morning, I'm going to catch him and fucking kill him. Surprise surprise Marcille, I own a knife too.
If I don't post a result within a week, I'm dead.