So we're in Amsterdam... home of legal drugs and legal sex. And, apparently... plenty of muggings.
My buddy of mine (there will be pics of my buddies when I get home in 2 days.), the 175lb one (the 260lb one was sleeping) and I were walking around the Red Light District at 1am on Sunday night, and decided to walk down all the dark, deserted alleys that we could find. Why? Cause my buddy loves to wander around aimlessly.
So, we're walking down one of these, and 2 black guys are standing there. No biggie, right? They probably just want to sell us 8-balls or cocaine like every other black guy standing around. Apparently not. Apparently, they wanted me to give them 50 euros so they could smoke up. And not give me anything in return. That does not sound like a good deal for me, so I say, "No, I'm good."
It would seem that was not the answer they wanted to hear. One of them grabs my arm and tells the other to pull out his gun. I explain calmly that I had no money; I had spent it all on hookers and weed (I had like 30 euros on me and about 100 USD). At the same time, I pulled my arm free.
My buddy and I start walking, while the one keeps telling the other to pull out his gun (the other had his hand in his pocket like he has a gun). We keep walking and they don't follow.
We should have kicked their ass, instead of following Non-Violent Resistence, or whatever that crap that Martin Luther King Jr preached.
Regardless, it was kinda messed up.
My buddy of mine (there will be pics of my buddies when I get home in 2 days.), the 175lb one (the 260lb one was sleeping) and I were walking around the Red Light District at 1am on Sunday night, and decided to walk down all the dark, deserted alleys that we could find. Why? Cause my buddy loves to wander around aimlessly.
So, we're walking down one of these, and 2 black guys are standing there. No biggie, right? They probably just want to sell us 8-balls or cocaine like every other black guy standing around. Apparently not. Apparently, they wanted me to give them 50 euros so they could smoke up. And not give me anything in return. That does not sound like a good deal for me, so I say, "No, I'm good."
It would seem that was not the answer they wanted to hear. One of them grabs my arm and tells the other to pull out his gun. I explain calmly that I had no money; I had spent it all on hookers and weed (I had like 30 euros on me and about 100 USD). At the same time, I pulled my arm free.
My buddy and I start walking, while the one keeps telling the other to pull out his gun (the other had his hand in his pocket like he has a gun). We keep walking and they don't follow.
We should have kicked their ass, instead of following Non-Violent Resistence, or whatever that crap that Martin Luther King Jr preached.
Regardless, it was kinda messed up.
Or, sorry, like the DDR machine: I'M CRYING! BUCKETS OF TEARS! At least if Merm was there (again for FFRers, this would be the FATS ONE) he could have sat on them or something.
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