Got jumped today. Alone in locker room, idiot. Two guys, just a little smaller, obviously veteran street-fighters, wanted cash. Nursing a swollen jaw. Kept my money. Kept my bag. They left, possibly because my mad uber-elite Jet Li skills, more probably because the bell rang and the place was about to fill up. A bit jittery now. It's not nearly as fun as it seems. Dirty and hard, fast, graceless. The irony? I was there (early... dumb) to change for Self-Defense. What a wonderful school. No point in reporting it.

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acrappa's picture

I almost died today. Check my blog!

grenrock's picture

In reply to: That Sucks

Hi. I'm new at this, and, frankly, quite surprised and gratified at the scope of issues discussed in the forums. Your post reminded me of when two similar events happened in my own life, and I felt compelled to respond - for the benefit of whoever cares, you understand.
I still giggle furiously at the thought that no one's gotten anything from me yet! All right, I probably have issues.

narcogen's picture

In reply to: Re: That Sucks

grenrock wrote on Thursday, 07/11/2002 - 1:49 pm:

: Hi. I'm new at this, and, frankly, quite surprised and
: gratified at the scope of issues discussed in the forums.
: Your post reminded me of when two similar events happened in
: my own life, and I felt compelled to respond - for the
: benefit of whoever cares, you understand.
: I still giggle furiously at the thought that no one's
: gotten anything from me yet! All right, I probably have
: issues.

Perhaps :)

Actually, nobody had ever managed to get anything off me, either, until earlier this year when two guys posing as police officers managed to catch me alone at night, rather tipsy, and under the guise of searching me for "narcotics" made away with about $200 cash and two cellular phones. Sigh.



Narcogen


Rampant for over se7en years.