I was in Richmond Virginia at a club called Nancy Raygun to see a band. We were standing out front and a car full of nogs pulls up to the curb. They are wearing halloween masks and all the windows are down. I'm standing 2 feet from the curb. I can see that the 3 passengers are all holding guns. They were definitely thinking about shooting up the place. They ended driving off and nothing happened. We called the cops, but they didn't even take a report.
We took a wrong turn in Washington DC and ended up in a dead end face to face with a giant chud in a dress carrying an assault rifle.
In Philly, two white dudes robbed a homeless man at gunpoint who was standing 3 feet from me. They pistol whipped him for $2 he was holding.
We used to go to hardcore shows up and down the east coast when I was in high school. I can tell you exactly what bands we were there to see and the venue where that shit all happened.
here's another good one
We were in Washington DC at a small club on Florida Avenue when an elderly homeless looking black guy hobbles in off the street. He had a cane with him. He was harmless, so no one stopped him. He sat down at a drumset that was set up on stage and started playing. People just kind of laughed and he got bored after a few minutes and left. Later outside the club, 3 teenage black kids walked up and beat the old man to a bloody pulp with his own cane for no reason and left him lifeless on the sidewalk. We went in to watch the next band, so I'm not sure what happened to the old dude. He was gone by the time we went back out 45 minutes later. He may have died.
>expect the story to end that the old timer black dude played some fucking fantastic improvised drum solo and everyone cheered and he was the hero of the club that night >instead he got bored and wondered out and got beat to death instead
Airsoft guns he says. These nogs had Halloween masks, gloves, and sawed off shotguns. I go to the gun range twice a month. I know what a gun looks like. Richmond is one of the worst cities in the US for murders. They rank only slightly behind Chicago for murders per 100,000. Richmond is easily in my top 5 for shithole cities in the US right along side Philadelphia, Memphis, St Louis and Albuquerque. It's cool if you like living there. You probably just don't know anything better.
bro pls
I live in Virginia. Shit aint even going to be listed in the top 100. I lived in Norfolk my whole early life and that one actually ends up in the top 50 because it actually has projects the city refuses to gentrify
You went through the nog strip from Northern New Jersey through Philly and part of Delaware, down through Maryland and DC to about central Virginia. It picks up again when you get to the Raleigh area of North Carolina, but a different type of black really.
not me but i know someone who borrowed some money from chinese loan sharks in malaysia and ended up getting beaten nearly to death for trying to get away without paying them back. he was in hospital for ages
Detroit - stopped at a traffic light at night and dudes jump out the car next to me and try to open the doors but they were locked, one of them pull a gun out of his big boy pants just as I drove off. Heard a bang but nothing hit the car.
Hong Kong - played poker with some guys in a luxury hotel suite. Guy pulls out a bag of USD and raises me $100k. Basically holds up the whole game for 30 minutes trying to get me to call my bank. I just went all in with the $120 or so worth of HK bucks I had and won. So good for him that he got most of his money back. They had assumed I was rich because I was having breakfast at the hotel when we met, but I was just feeling frivolous.
Got stopped by the army in Thailand whilst driving near the Vietnam border because they were looking for some 'Russian Muslims'. I was pretty chill because y'know land of smiles and I knew I had nothing to hide, but thinking back, I probably should have been a bit more concerned having 30+ guns pointed at me. When we were all chill, the guy in charge said "ah, so you Christian!" and I said, "no", then he said "yes, you Christian" and I said with a smile "hey, I could be Buddhist" and he just laughed in my face and said "Nooooooo you Christian".
I doubt there were even any Russian Muslims, I think they just need an 'enemy' to keep the troops busy and go on 'missions' each day.
Bonus one that wasn't really me in danger, but I WAS the danger.
I'm British and lived in NYC for a while. I lived opposite the Hell's Angels clubhouse on E 3rd St. The day I moved in I forgot you can't drink on the street, and was walking back home from the Wholefoods beer store drinking a Rogue Dead Guy when a Hell's Angel sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse said "hey man, you think you're some kind of badass? you can't drink that on the street", I said something British like "oh shit! I forgot" and he said "but give me one and you can drink here with me, cops won't touch us".
Anyway, that was the beginning of an unlikely and beautiful friendship I had with the Hell's Angels.
Some months later I walking down E 3rd St to my building at maybe 2am in the middle of summer. Some pretty girls are trying to get in their front door but some dudes have followed them and are harassing them despite them telling them to fuck off. I do my British thing of "Come on chaps, time to go" (or something like that) and of course they tell me to fuck off or they'll challenge me to a dual (or something like that).
They seem unaware that the Hell's Angels clubhouse is nearby. It's summer so everyone has their windows open, so I loudly shout 'get the fuck off my street'. Like magic (and as expected) a number of heads pop out of windows of the clubhouse, and a barrage of insults are exchanged. Foolishly, these chaps stand their ground and I'm asked if I need any help, before I have even answered there are Angels bursting out their front door and within seconds punches and kicks are being landed.
I get some pats on the back and go off to bed. The next day I get invited to the 4th July party at the clubhouse.
>stopped at a traffic light at night and dudes jump out the car next to me and try to open the doors but they were locked
This happened to me twice in Philadelphia. Stay out of any neighborhood that touches the Market-Frankford line.
>Got stopped by the army in Thailand
fucking thailand man... >i could be
ive pulled this exact line when some tweaker bitch asked if i was a killer. shut her right the fuck up.
You're right, I was just thinking Vietnam side and kinda forgot Laos existed. I was driving from Nan to Nong Kai, and the military couldn't understand why I didn't want to take the main road and was driving through all the small villages.
Yes in El Salvador. Google Maps sent me down the wrong road in San Salvador and I was stopped by two dudes with rifles. They weren't covered in tats but didn't look like law enforcement either. They saw I was a tourist and asked me where the fuck I was going and told me to turn around.
Lots of places in narco infested Latin America have towns/villages that essentially have their own police force since the actual police usually does fuck all for them. They were probably trying to keep the gangsters (or any strangers for that matter) out. I wonder if they still exist in El Salvador now though since most of the narcos were rounded up.
>Visiting Virginia >Late at night at gas station >Fine melanated gentlemen open my door >They both ask me if I have any money. >I remain calm >I open my wallet showing visible to both of them >They see I have no cash >Look in my center console >I have coins >Offer them all my coins >Both say "nah we iz gud" >Close my door and leave
What the fuck did they want?
This is what passes for a gang in small town England >be in pub >local biker club come in wearing their attention clothes >my mate drunkenly asks one of them 'what are you then, Hells Angels? Aha' >they start squawking like a gaggle of teenage girls, he is being disrespectful and ignorant. They arent fucking Hells Angels, they are Surrey Vikings, how dare he take the fucking piss like that >I step in and tell them that it was just banter >they start crowding us, trying to intimidate us and telling us to apologise to them >snatch my pint of bitter out of my hand and demand apologies more aggressively, every time I try to get my pint back they physically block me >by this point the entire pub is watching >pub staff eventually intervene and we go to another pub
Bikers are pathetic
Funkily enough, my story is about a pub in England too.
>decide to go to random pub nearby to where I was living in the Midlands >visit a few times with friends, notice it’s always empty on weekdays >decide to go for a drink, sit in the garden and do some work on my phone >group of guys come in and start making small talk >don’t really want to chat with them but they seem friendly enough >ask me to come sit with them for a drink >I repeatedly say no and they keep asking me >sit down >start getting pummelled with questions >where I’m from, what I’m doing here on my own, why they’ve never seen me before etc etc. >I’m in a corner with 6 big guys around me who keep throwing questions at me >I answer them all calmly, tell them I’ve been here plenty of times in the past >See the owner of the pub and he vouches for me, tells them he knows me >they then tell me I’m not leaving >Tell me they know why I’m here and that I’m obviously a fed, just come clean at this stage >they’re obviously all coked off their face and drunk, being deadly serious with me >ask me how I’m getting home, tell them I’m walking since I live 2 minutes away >time to go, everyone is leaving >biggest guy grabs me and throws me in his car, brand new Bentley >Asks me where my fucking house is. >direct him around the corner to where I live >he stops outside me house and threatens me. Tells me that he knows I’m a fed and if anything leaks and he sees me again he’ll murder me and my whole family >pulls out a knife to my throat and threatens to stab me right there but tells me he’ll give me the benefit of the doubt this time.
I dated a dumb bitch for a while; first time in the US we land at LAX (10+ hours flight, so really exhausted), we take our rental car for an hour drive to our hotel, it's around midnight.
We see a dozen Hells Angels on the highway, first time it's not in a film.
For some reason, the dumb bitch i took with me says "Oh look! bikers! " and she starts flipping them in the car. "hi hi! look" and she's giving them the middle finger. So they started intimidating us for 10mn on the road, driving close to the car and getting in front of it. Then they just went away.
I was followed by a falcon in Guaymas as I cut down a street where you do not walk. He peered into a vacant store window when I sensed he was following me and looked back.
One week later, a bartender buddy showed me a picture of a dead body killed by the authorities. It was on his calle.
I met a girl in Ireland during 1 month Erasmus trip and she was a weed smoker. We met twice before at her place but didn’t fucked and only made out. Third time we met, we’re meeting in the city center with on of her friends (another girl). They both wanted to buy weed from some dealer they chatted on Snapchat and they told me to come with them. I followed her and we ended up in a really reall dark ally without any other people and I though to myself, "you gonna get beaten up and robbed". Luckily she really just wanted to buy weed from this dodgy dealer and we returned to her home after this. I don’t smoke weed but she told me to hit the blunt so I did. After that she got on top of me and we fucked like rabbits
what the fuck, cunt? You're 100% talking bullshit and trying to tell someone their story is false because you get anxiety and don't get pussy when stoned
Cabarete, Dominican Republic - in the middle of the night in a shanty town walking back to my motel after watching cockfighting. Turn a corner and suddenly walking towards a group of dudes with sawed off shotguns. All of them were wearing strawhats, white shirts and black pants. Too close to turn around so I switch on my aggressive kindness, pull out a pack of cigarettes and is like, "Oy, amigos!" and walk faster towards them. Do the international hand sign for, "Got a lighter?" and they look at me like, "Does this guy wanna die?" Put a cigarette in my mouth and wave the pack to them to offer cigarettes. They're still thinking about it so I shrug my shoulders like, "Do you have one or not?" One of them start laughing and says something in Spanish. He pulls out a lighter and they grab some cigarettes and we smoke and communicate a little bit in broken Spanish and English. The guy who was laughing tells me it isn't safe and offer to escort me back to the main road. Later see them around now and then and I would stop and smoke with them.
Kingston, Jamaica - caught trying to enter with no money. Sending me back but can't keep me in the airport so drive me to the police station. A quick tour of the city and a stop at a prison in the desolate grasslands or whatever that is literally just fucking walls with armed guards a bunch of makeshift shanty houses inside where the inmates live. I'm like, "Oh fuck," until I realize they're all women. I'm like, "I'm not staying here am I?" and the cops joke with me and are like, "You would like that, wouldn't you?" The final stop is Kingston Remand Center and when I'm checked in there's a blackboard on the wall that says "Murderers 12, Rapists 8" etc. Don't know why. Fortunately my cell is in a block specifically for aliens. Have to crawl through hobbit sized door in the bars to enter the block. The cells had no beds and the inmates slept on scrap pieces of foam mattress and towels and whatever they could find.
No windows so it's full of bugs and mosquitoes. There's only one toilet for the whole block and it's broken and you flush it with a bucket that you fill with a hose, that also acts as the shower. A british guy invites me to his cell and he's clearly going fucking crazy because he's spent two years in that hole due to some administrative glitch where he couldn't be transported back to England. Tells me my timing is bad because usually they could buy weed etc from the guards to pass time (I had some cash in my backpack) but they'd had a prison break a few weeks prior and he shows me a hole in wall where they blasted their way in. There's a dude stood guard there with what I think was an M16 and full body armor. We're served a meal of fish heads and rice and mint tea. During the nights there's automatic gunfire. Spent a couple of nights and then they shipped me off. Was overall a good time. Became friendly with one of the guards who gave me his address and phone number so I could come and stay at his place the next time.
the cigarette trick is almost always effective in defusing situations and making yourself human to someone who is trying to rob you or fight you. it's called a "cultural universal" there's some anthropology behind it. once you share something you have a relationship. interestingly, a similar concept was used at Esalen with soviet diplomats during the cold war to great effect, it started an entire school of back-channel/civilian diplomacy called Track Two. China and US are currently employing it, calling it "people to people" diplomacy, they just increased the number of flights between US and China for this after Blinken's visit
there's a good story about Gorbachev and Roswell Garst the seed corn farmer who started Pioneer seed corn. Gorbachev was at a conference on his visit to the US after instituting Glasnost, and it did not go well, broke down with both sides angry and threatening violence. They were flying back to Russia to re-start missiles pointing at NATO's missiles in E Europe when Gorbachev's wife reminded him they had promised Garst and his wife they'd stop and visit. so they stopped in Iowa and went to Garst's house and had dinner with his family and had a great time, it led to agricultural tech/economic exchange and WW3 was averted.
I got invited into a car with a cartel dude and a bunch of his friends to pass around a joint of Guerrero weed, after meeting and befriending one of their street guys who spoke good English. This was on the main street of Nuevo Laredo in Mexico, back in March 2021. It was pretty good shit, but they wanted 250 pesos for a sale, which was more than the 230 pesos/night I was paying for my hotel room at Hotel Los Dos Laredos. (At the time, a dollar sold for 17.70 pesos.) Earlier I had paid the street guy 100 pesos and waited in a deserted souvenir market for his response, before a thuggish-looking cartel dude with a Mexican flag bandana covering his face came by demanding 150 more pesos. I refused and he left. Then the souvenir shop owner, who was the street guy's uncle, got sketched out and told me to leave if I was not going to buy anything. Later on, the street guy felt bad about what had happened, so he asked his boss (a low-level cartel dude) if his gringo friend could smoke weed with them. The cartel dude said "no" at first, but eventually agreed. It made me uncomfortable having two gueys jump in the back seat with me, but they were tranquilo, didn't seem like the sicario type. The car also appeared to be non-functional, used exclusively for hotboxing sessions. Kidnapping averted, I guess. There was also a blue-eyed white girl on the lam from the law in Texas, working as a hooker on the street. She was well-used, but had a nice Texas accent and seemed to like me. Good times in cartel country...
You drug addicts and potheads are retarded. You seriously can't go without weed for a few days or weeks to avoid dealing with shady cartel mass murdering fuckers in Mexico?
nah you get into some interesting situations when interacting with people on the margins of society. i'm too old for it now and am more cautious after a few bad experiences (fucking CIA, man, they're out to get me) but all my best travel experiences and several enduring friendships/genuine cultural connections resulted from getting into shenanigans with local hoodlums
>There was also a blue-eyed white girl on the lam from the law in Texas, working as a hooker on the street. She was well-used, but had a nice Texas accent
🙁 She must have pulled some bad shit if she'd rather be a hooker in fucking Mexico then spend some time in a comfy texan women's correction facility
Got shaken down by drunk cops in Mozambique
Was walking from some dive bar to hotel around 2 AM, a pickup with 4 obviously drunk cops stopped and asked for my ID. I stupidly gave them my passport (I later learned it was better to just give a little laminated and completely non-official id card my work gave me cause they wouldn't know what to do with it)
Anyway once my passport's in the passenger's hand the driver starts driving away. I reached into the window and grabbed the passport.
They pullled over and started acting insulted I didn't let them steal my passport, so they made me empty my pockets and take my watch off and set them on the bed of the truck then leafed through my wallet (which was empty since I'd drank all my money earlier in the night)
While they were distracted with the wallet I quietly put all my shit back into my pockets and eventually I was able to fake not speaking Portuguese long enough that they got annoyed and left.
Also had a funny airport security story in Moz, after traveling between a few cities over a few days and being completely in Portuguese mode for several days a buddy and I were going through airport security and one of the customs agents put his hand on my friend's bag and said something to us. We looked at each other and discussed in English if the other understood, then we asked him to repeat himself, he did but we still didn't understand his Portuguese. Repeat this a couple times and eventually he just pushes my buddy's bag on and lets us go. About a hour later we both realized he was saying in English "will you buy me a cold drink?" which is how they'd ask for a bribe in Portuguese. We were just in Portuguese mode so long that we didn't expect him to be speaking English
Also got robbed in Brazil but it was nothing special. Went down a wrong desolated road, noticed a guy catching up. He said do what I say or you'll catch a bullet (even though I'm sure he didn't have a gun) I gave him $20, a decoy phone, and an empty giftcard
When i lived in downtown Columbus ohio i got swarmed by a group
of Yale scholarship youths for literally just walking down the fucking street
I caught one of them trying to run up on me from behind and squared up before he could do anything and then got swarmed by the rest of them, I started swinging on them but I couldn't land shit because they fight like bees. once you agro one of them they run away while the other 3 just attack from behind
Eventually they all ran away
I wasn't even injured because they hit like ants, just more shaken up and confused than anything. I got myself a gun after that, never happened again.
>frederick, MD >staying in AirBnB for friend's wedding >gangs hanging out on stoop next door >time pass >returning from wedding later at night, drunk >airBnB area surrounded by red tape >triple murder next door >gang members dead
>go to anti-iraq war protest in 2008 in DC >ride from DC back to Baltimore on train >tipsy from drinking with friend earlier after protest >sitting near gang members drinking bottle of hennessy >make friends >end up at bachelor party for gang member in trap house in very very bad part of Baltimore (cherry hill) >incredibly wholesome despite the fact that several groomsmen are actively selling crack and heroin throughout the party >get walked to bus station by drunk man with pistol, told to come back anytime >still get FB notifications from the groom occasionally
i actually have a lot of experiences with gangs from living in vietnam but they were all positive or at least neutral. don't fuck with them and they won't fuck with you. it's all about respect
I have lived in NYC, Boston, and Providence.
I'm a turbo manlet at 5'4 166cm, whenever young groups of Nogs walk past me they try and scare me.
When it first happened it caught me off guard, but when you live in major metropolitan areas of the US you learn to keep your wits about you, especially around them.
Now when they pull that shit, I just laugh and carry on with my day.
It all makes me just want to go back to living in Thailand again.
I went to an Outlaws Motorcycle Club benefit party at their club house one time. It was OK. I took my girlfriend and there were other girls there also.
There were guys from other motorcycle clubs that are friendly with the Outlaws MC there also.
Maybe 60 people were there drinking, listening to music, talking motorcycles, wrenching on motorcycles, throwing horseshoes in the back yard.
>follow group of tourists and get led into some rooftop bar/nightclub in Tokyo, Japan >purchase the usual nightclub drinks at the bar >muscular, huge, bald, Japanese barman with slits for eyes, crosses his arms and refuses to give me back change >too drunk to argue and get scammed off expensive drink >later find out a couple of those host bars and nightclubs are ran by local Yakuza
people will often argue with you and tell you its difficult to run into Yakuza or their younger counterparts- the Hangure. But they are literally all over especially tourist areas. If you get into the dark side of things, you will inevitably cross them. I was just hanging out with my brother going bar-hopping like a typical tourist in Japan and still ended up near them.
One of my buddies went to Miami for work and one night he went to a bar and while he was walking to his hotel a black guy was walking towards him on the sidewalk and as soon as they passed each other the guy grabbed him from behind and two other black guys ran up and beat him badly. When he fell to the ground they tore the back pocket completely off his pants to get his wallet then scattered. He couldn't talk for days, thought his jaw was broken. The Florida branch guys told him that he needs to be more careful around "moon crickets."
Many. Here's 3.
I was in Richmond Virginia at a club called Nancy Raygun to see a band. We were standing out front and a car full of nogs pulls up to the curb. They are wearing halloween masks and all the windows are down. I'm standing 2 feet from the curb. I can see that the 3 passengers are all holding guns. They were definitely thinking about shooting up the place. They ended driving off and nothing happened. We called the cops, but they didn't even take a report.
We took a wrong turn in Washington DC and ended up in a dead end face to face with a giant chud in a dress carrying an assault rifle.
In Philly, two white dudes robbed a homeless man at gunpoint who was standing 3 feet from me. They pistol whipped him for $2 he was holding.
100 percent written by a guy who never left his shithole town in west virginia
We used to go to hardcore shows up and down the east coast when I was in high school. I can tell you exactly what bands we were there to see and the venue where that shit all happened.
here's another good one
We were in Washington DC at a small club on Florida Avenue when an elderly homeless looking black guy hobbles in off the street. He had a cane with him. He was harmless, so no one stopped him. He sat down at a drumset that was set up on stage and started playing. People just kind of laughed and he got bored after a few minutes and left. Later outside the club, 3 teenage black kids walked up and beat the old man to a bloody pulp with his own cane for no reason and left him lifeless on the sidewalk. We went in to watch the next band, so I'm not sure what happened to the old dude. He was gone by the time we went back out 45 minutes later. He may have died.
>We went in to watch the next band, so I'm not sure what happened to the old dude
Lmao
>expect the story to end that the old timer black dude played some fucking fantastic improvised drum solo and everyone cheered and he was the hero of the club that night
>instead he got bored and wondered out and got beat to death instead
Curse my optimism
The only gang fight I ever saw was between FSU and some other shitty group at a hardcore show in Cleveland
Richmond was not a shoot up. Was just youths fucking around with airsoft having a laugh being morons to some white people going to a punk show
Airsoft guns he says. These nogs had Halloween masks, gloves, and sawed off shotguns. I go to the gun range twice a month. I know what a gun looks like. Richmond is one of the worst cities in the US for murders. They rank only slightly behind Chicago for murders per 100,000. Richmond is easily in my top 5 for shithole cities in the US right along side Philadelphia, Memphis, St Louis and Albuquerque. It's cool if you like living there. You probably just don't know anything better.
bro pls
I live in Virginia. Shit aint even going to be listed in the top 100. I lived in Norfolk my whole early life and that one actually ends up in the top 50 because it actually has projects the city refuses to gentrify
https://247wallst.com/city/richmond-va-reported-one-of-the-highest-murder-rates-in-the-us/
The statistics don't lie. Your city is a crime infested, Black shithole. You couldn't pick a worse city on the east coast to live in.
You went through the nog strip from Northern New Jersey through Philly and part of Delaware, down through Maryland and DC to about central Virginia. It picks up again when you get to the Raleigh area of North Carolina, but a different type of black really.
not me but i know someone who borrowed some money from chinese loan sharks in malaysia and ended up getting beaten nearly to death for trying to get away without paying them back. he was in hospital for ages
Detroit - stopped at a traffic light at night and dudes jump out the car next to me and try to open the doors but they were locked, one of them pull a gun out of his big boy pants just as I drove off. Heard a bang but nothing hit the car.
Hong Kong - played poker with some guys in a luxury hotel suite. Guy pulls out a bag of USD and raises me $100k. Basically holds up the whole game for 30 minutes trying to get me to call my bank. I just went all in with the $120 or so worth of HK bucks I had and won. So good for him that he got most of his money back. They had assumed I was rich because I was having breakfast at the hotel when we met, but I was just feeling frivolous.
Got stopped by the army in Thailand whilst driving near the Vietnam border because they were looking for some 'Russian Muslims'. I was pretty chill because y'know land of smiles and I knew I had nothing to hide, but thinking back, I probably should have been a bit more concerned having 30+ guns pointed at me. When we were all chill, the guy in charge said "ah, so you Christian!" and I said, "no", then he said "yes, you Christian" and I said with a smile "hey, I could be Buddhist" and he just laughed in my face and said "Nooooooo you Christian".
I doubt there were even any Russian Muslims, I think they just need an 'enemy' to keep the troops busy and go on 'missions' each day.
Bonus one that wasn't really me in danger, but I WAS the danger.
I'm British and lived in NYC for a while. I lived opposite the Hell's Angels clubhouse on E 3rd St. The day I moved in I forgot you can't drink on the street, and was walking back home from the Wholefoods beer store drinking a Rogue Dead Guy when a Hell's Angel sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse said "hey man, you think you're some kind of badass? you can't drink that on the street", I said something British like "oh shit! I forgot" and he said "but give me one and you can drink here with me, cops won't touch us".
Anyway, that was the beginning of an unlikely and beautiful friendship I had with the Hell's Angels.
Some months later I walking down E 3rd St to my building at maybe 2am in the middle of summer. Some pretty girls are trying to get in their front door but some dudes have followed them and are harassing them despite them telling them to fuck off. I do my British thing of "Come on chaps, time to go" (or something like that) and of course they tell me to fuck off or they'll challenge me to a dual (or something like that).
They seem unaware that the Hell's Angels clubhouse is nearby. It's summer so everyone has their windows open, so I loudly shout 'get the fuck off my street'. Like magic (and as expected) a number of heads pop out of windows of the clubhouse, and a barrage of insults are exchanged. Foolishly, these chaps stand their ground and I'm asked if I need any help, before I have even answered there are Angels bursting out their front door and within seconds punches and kicks are being landed.
I get some pats on the back and go off to bed. The next day I get invited to the 4th July party at the clubhouse.
That was a goof summer.
Cool af story anon
>t. Bong
LARP
Even if gay its almost believable that they were just bored and wanted to kick some ass.
>stopped at a traffic light at night and dudes jump out the car next to me and try to open the doors but they were locked
This happened to me twice in Philadelphia. Stay out of any neighborhood that touches the Market-Frankford line.
>Got stopped by the army in Thailand
fucking thailand man...
>i could be
ive pulled this exact line when some tweaker bitch asked if i was a killer. shut her right the fuck up.
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Thailand has no border with vietnam
You're right, I was just thinking Vietnam side and kinda forgot Laos existed. I was driving from Nan to Nong Kai, and the military couldn't understand why I didn't want to take the main road and was driving through all the small villages.
>Russian Muslims
They were looking for Chechens, possibly connected to ISIS
>Vietnam border
>Thailand
Burgers, everyone
Yes in El Salvador. Google Maps sent me down the wrong road in San Salvador and I was stopped by two dudes with rifles. They weren't covered in tats but didn't look like law enforcement either. They saw I was a tourist and asked me where the fuck I was going and told me to turn around.
I've been using Waze ever since.
Lots of places in narco infested Latin America have towns/villages that essentially have their own police force since the actual police usually does fuck all for them. They were probably trying to keep the gangsters (or any strangers for that matter) out. I wonder if they still exist in El Salvador now though since most of the narcos were rounded up.
>Visiting Virginia
>Late at night at gas station
>Fine melanated gentlemen open my door
>They both ask me if I have any money.
>I remain calm
>I open my wallet showing visible to both of them
>They see I have no cash
>Look in my center console
>I have coins
>Offer them all my coins
>Both say "nah we iz gud"
>Close my door and leave
What the fuck did they want?
you probably weren't good topping material for them, other than that no clue.
This is what passes for a gang in small town England
>be in pub
>local biker club come in wearing their attention clothes
>my mate drunkenly asks one of them 'what are you then, Hells Angels? Aha'
>they start squawking like a gaggle of teenage girls, he is being disrespectful and ignorant. They arent fucking Hells Angels, they are Surrey Vikings, how dare he take the fucking piss like that
>I step in and tell them that it was just banter
>they start crowding us, trying to intimidate us and telling us to apologise to them
>snatch my pint of bitter out of my hand and demand apologies more aggressively, every time I try to get my pint back they physically block me
>by this point the entire pub is watching
>pub staff eventually intervene and we go to another pub
Bikers are pathetic
Damn, what an anticlimactic ending. You just let them steal your manhood
>just fight 12 people bro
Funkily enough, my story is about a pub in England too.
>decide to go to random pub nearby to where I was living in the Midlands
>visit a few times with friends, notice it’s always empty on weekdays
>decide to go for a drink, sit in the garden and do some work on my phone
>group of guys come in and start making small talk
>don’t really want to chat with them but they seem friendly enough
>ask me to come sit with them for a drink
>I repeatedly say no and they keep asking me
>sit down
>start getting pummelled with questions
>where I’m from, what I’m doing here on my own, why they’ve never seen me before etc etc.
>I’m in a corner with 6 big guys around me who keep throwing questions at me
>I answer them all calmly, tell them I’ve been here plenty of times in the past
>See the owner of the pub and he vouches for me, tells them he knows me
>they then tell me I’m not leaving
>Tell me they know why I’m here and that I’m obviously a fed, just come clean at this stage
>they’re obviously all coked off their face and drunk, being deadly serious with me
>ask me how I’m getting home, tell them I’m walking since I live 2 minutes away
>time to go, everyone is leaving
>biggest guy grabs me and throws me in his car, brand new Bentley
>Asks me where my fucking house is.
>direct him around the corner to where I live
>he stops outside me house and threatens me. Tells me that he knows I’m a fed and if anything leaks and he sees me again he’ll murder me and my whole family
>pulls out a knife to my throat and threatens to stab me right there but tells me he’ll give me the benefit of the doubt this time.
This happened to me 3 days ago.
>pub in England
>fed
Cokesnorters are detritus, kill them all, the handful of times that an evening down the pub has been ruined were all because of those human skidmarks
I dated a dumb bitch for a while; first time in the US we land at LAX (10+ hours flight, so really exhausted), we take our rental car for an hour drive to our hotel, it's around midnight.
We see a dozen Hells Angels on the highway, first time it's not in a film.
For some reason, the dumb bitch i took with me says "Oh look! bikers! " and she starts flipping them in the car. "hi hi! look" and she's giving them the middle finger. So they started intimidating us for 10mn on the road, driving close to the car and getting in front of it. Then they just went away.
Run in = nothing burger, good story
Bad experience = serious, bad story.
I was followed by a falcon in Guaymas as I cut down a street where you do not walk. He peered into a vacant store window when I sensed he was following me and looked back.
One week later, a bartender buddy showed me a picture of a dead body killed by the authorities. It was on his calle.
Could you tell the story again but without the slang that nobody outside of mexico understands?
I met a girl in Ireland during 1 month Erasmus trip and she was a weed smoker. We met twice before at her place but didn’t fucked and only made out. Third time we met, we’re meeting in the city center with on of her friends (another girl). They both wanted to buy weed from some dealer they chatted on Snapchat and they told me to come with them. I followed her and we ended up in a really reall dark ally without any other people and I though to myself, "you gonna get beaten up and robbed". Luckily she really just wanted to buy weed from this dodgy dealer and we returned to her home after this. I don’t smoke weed but she told me to hit the blunt so I did. After that she got on top of me and we fucked like rabbits
>fucked like rabbits
This doesnt happen if you are stoned though, your story doesnt add up
I hit the joint only once and her friend was still there for like 1-2 hours. After her friend left the story continued as I described.
what the fuck, cunt? You're 100% talking bullshit and trying to tell someone their story is false because you get anxiety and don't get pussy when stoned
Cabarete, Dominican Republic - in the middle of the night in a shanty town walking back to my motel after watching cockfighting. Turn a corner and suddenly walking towards a group of dudes with sawed off shotguns. All of them were wearing strawhats, white shirts and black pants. Too close to turn around so I switch on my aggressive kindness, pull out a pack of cigarettes and is like, "Oy, amigos!" and walk faster towards them. Do the international hand sign for, "Got a lighter?" and they look at me like, "Does this guy wanna die?" Put a cigarette in my mouth and wave the pack to them to offer cigarettes. They're still thinking about it so I shrug my shoulders like, "Do you have one or not?" One of them start laughing and says something in Spanish. He pulls out a lighter and they grab some cigarettes and we smoke and communicate a little bit in broken Spanish and English. The guy who was laughing tells me it isn't safe and offer to escort me back to the main road. Later see them around now and then and I would stop and smoke with them.
Kingston, Jamaica - caught trying to enter with no money. Sending me back but can't keep me in the airport so drive me to the police station. A quick tour of the city and a stop at a prison in the desolate grasslands or whatever that is literally just fucking walls with armed guards a bunch of makeshift shanty houses inside where the inmates live. I'm like, "Oh fuck," until I realize they're all women. I'm like, "I'm not staying here am I?" and the cops joke with me and are like, "You would like that, wouldn't you?" The final stop is Kingston Remand Center and when I'm checked in there's a blackboard on the wall that says "Murderers 12, Rapists 8" etc. Don't know why. Fortunately my cell is in a block specifically for aliens. Have to crawl through hobbit sized door in the bars to enter the block. The cells had no beds and the inmates slept on scrap pieces of foam mattress and towels and whatever they could find.
cont.
No windows so it's full of bugs and mosquitoes. There's only one toilet for the whole block and it's broken and you flush it with a bucket that you fill with a hose, that also acts as the shower. A british guy invites me to his cell and he's clearly going fucking crazy because he's spent two years in that hole due to some administrative glitch where he couldn't be transported back to England. Tells me my timing is bad because usually they could buy weed etc from the guards to pass time (I had some cash in my backpack) but they'd had a prison break a few weeks prior and he shows me a hole in wall where they blasted their way in. There's a dude stood guard there with what I think was an M16 and full body armor. We're served a meal of fish heads and rice and mint tea. During the nights there's automatic gunfire. Spent a couple of nights and then they shipped me off. Was overall a good time. Became friendly with one of the guards who gave me his address and phone number so I could come and stay at his place the next time.
>Kingston, Jamaica - caught trying to enter with no money.
What?
the cigarette trick is almost always effective in defusing situations and making yourself human to someone who is trying to rob you or fight you. it's called a "cultural universal" there's some anthropology behind it. once you share something you have a relationship. interestingly, a similar concept was used at Esalen with soviet diplomats during the cold war to great effect, it started an entire school of back-channel/civilian diplomacy called Track Two. China and US are currently employing it, calling it "people to people" diplomacy, they just increased the number of flights between US and China for this after Blinken's visit
there's a good story about Gorbachev and Roswell Garst the seed corn farmer who started Pioneer seed corn. Gorbachev was at a conference on his visit to the US after instituting Glasnost, and it did not go well, broke down with both sides angry and threatening violence. They were flying back to Russia to re-start missiles pointing at NATO's missiles in E Europe when Gorbachev's wife reminded him they had promised Garst and his wife they'd stop and visit. so they stopped in Iowa and went to Garst's house and had dinner with his family and had a great time, it led to agricultural tech/economic exchange and WW3 was averted.
Treat everyone with politeness and respect and professionalism you got no problems just don't be a punk and don't harass and you good to go
I got invited into a car with a cartel dude and a bunch of his friends to pass around a joint of Guerrero weed, after meeting and befriending one of their street guys who spoke good English. This was on the main street of Nuevo Laredo in Mexico, back in March 2021. It was pretty good shit, but they wanted 250 pesos for a sale, which was more than the 230 pesos/night I was paying for my hotel room at Hotel Los Dos Laredos. (At the time, a dollar sold for 17.70 pesos.) Earlier I had paid the street guy 100 pesos and waited in a deserted souvenir market for his response, before a thuggish-looking cartel dude with a Mexican flag bandana covering his face came by demanding 150 more pesos. I refused and he left. Then the souvenir shop owner, who was the street guy's uncle, got sketched out and told me to leave if I was not going to buy anything. Later on, the street guy felt bad about what had happened, so he asked his boss (a low-level cartel dude) if his gringo friend could smoke weed with them. The cartel dude said "no" at first, but eventually agreed. It made me uncomfortable having two gueys jump in the back seat with me, but they were tranquilo, didn't seem like the sicario type. The car also appeared to be non-functional, used exclusively for hotboxing sessions. Kidnapping averted, I guess. There was also a blue-eyed white girl on the lam from the law in Texas, working as a hooker on the street. She was well-used, but had a nice Texas accent and seemed to like me. Good times in cartel country...
You drug addicts and potheads are retarded. You seriously can't go without weed for a few days or weeks to avoid dealing with shady cartel mass murdering fuckers in Mexico?
nah you get into some interesting situations when interacting with people on the margins of society. i'm too old for it now and am more cautious after a few bad experiences (fucking CIA, man, they're out to get me) but all my best travel experiences and several enduring friendships/genuine cultural connections resulted from getting into shenanigans with local hoodlums
>There was also a blue-eyed white girl on the lam from the law in Texas, working as a hooker on the street. She was well-used, but had a nice Texas accent
🙁 She must have pulled some bad shit if she'd rather be a hooker in fucking Mexico then spend some time in a comfy texan women's correction facility
/ourguy/ miles has
Got shaken down by drunk cops in Mozambique
Was walking from some dive bar to hotel around 2 AM, a pickup with 4 obviously drunk cops stopped and asked for my ID. I stupidly gave them my passport (I later learned it was better to just give a little laminated and completely non-official id card my work gave me cause they wouldn't know what to do with it)
Anyway once my passport's in the passenger's hand the driver starts driving away. I reached into the window and grabbed the passport.
They pullled over and started acting insulted I didn't let them steal my passport, so they made me empty my pockets and take my watch off and set them on the bed of the truck then leafed through my wallet (which was empty since I'd drank all my money earlier in the night)
While they were distracted with the wallet I quietly put all my shit back into my pockets and eventually I was able to fake not speaking Portuguese long enough that they got annoyed and left.
Also had a funny airport security story in Moz, after traveling between a few cities over a few days and being completely in Portuguese mode for several days a buddy and I were going through airport security and one of the customs agents put his hand on my friend's bag and said something to us. We looked at each other and discussed in English if the other understood, then we asked him to repeat himself, he did but we still didn't understand his Portuguese. Repeat this a couple times and eventually he just pushes my buddy's bag on and lets us go. About a hour later we both realized he was saying in English "will you buy me a cold drink?" which is how they'd ask for a bribe in Portuguese. We were just in Portuguese mode so long that we didn't expect him to be speaking English
Also got robbed in Brazil but it was nothing special. Went down a wrong desolated road, noticed a guy catching up. He said do what I say or you'll catch a bullet (even though I'm sure he didn't have a gun) I gave him $20, a decoy phone, and an empty giftcard
Just to check, you're Portuguese, right?
Grew up in the projects of ny, if you see a cluster of morons and you don't have a knife or gun on you, avoid at all costs
When i lived in downtown Columbus ohio i got swarmed by a group
of Yale scholarship youths for literally just walking down the fucking street
I caught one of them trying to run up on me from behind and squared up before he could do anything and then got swarmed by the rest of them, I started swinging on them but I couldn't land shit because they fight like bees. once you agro one of them they run away while the other 3 just attack from behind
Eventually they all ran away
I wasn't even injured because they hit like ants, just more shaken up and confused than anything. I got myself a gun after that, never happened again.
I'm confused. A gang of preppies randomly attacked you?
I had a few MS 13 guys try to recruit me because im pretty good with a bo staff
>frederick, MD
>staying in AirBnB for friend's wedding
>gangs hanging out on stoop next door
>time pass
>returning from wedding later at night, drunk
>airBnB area surrounded by red tape
>triple murder next door
>gang members dead
>go to anti-iraq war protest in 2008 in DC
>ride from DC back to Baltimore on train
>tipsy from drinking with friend earlier after protest
>sitting near gang members drinking bottle of hennessy
>make friends
>end up at bachelor party for gang member in trap house in very very bad part of Baltimore (cherry hill)
>incredibly wholesome despite the fact that several groomsmen are actively selling crack and heroin throughout the party
>get walked to bus station by drunk man with pistol, told to come back anytime
>still get FB notifications from the groom occasionally
i actually have a lot of experiences with gangs from living in vietnam but they were all positive or at least neutral. don't fuck with them and they won't fuck with you. it's all about respect
Had my phone snatched while filming two jeepney drivers fighting with knives in metro manila, luckily it was a huwei p smart 2018 piece of shit
Bloods
Rayones, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. January 2022. Municipal police on a random highway traffic stop.
Fascinating post. I learned so much.
How much did you bribe them?
I have lived in NYC, Boston, and Providence.
I'm a turbo manlet at 5'4 166cm, whenever young groups of Nogs walk past me they try and scare me.
When it first happened it caught me off guard, but when you live in major metropolitan areas of the US you learn to keep your wits about you, especially around them.
Now when they pull that shit, I just laugh and carry on with my day.
It all makes me just want to go back to living in Thailand again.
I went to an Outlaws Motorcycle Club benefit party at their club house one time. It was OK. I took my girlfriend and there were other girls there also.
There were guys from other motorcycle clubs that are friendly with the Outlaws MC there also.
Maybe 60 people were there drinking, listening to music, talking motorcycles, wrenching on motorcycles, throwing horseshoes in the back yard.
>follow group of tourists and get led into some rooftop bar/nightclub in Tokyo, Japan
>purchase the usual nightclub drinks at the bar
>muscular, huge, bald, Japanese barman with slits for eyes, crosses his arms and refuses to give me back change
>too drunk to argue and get scammed off expensive drink
>later find out a couple of those host bars and nightclubs are ran by local Yakuza
people will often argue with you and tell you its difficult to run into Yakuza or their younger counterparts- the Hangure. But they are literally all over especially tourist areas. If you get into the dark side of things, you will inevitably cross them. I was just hanging out with my brother going bar-hopping like a typical tourist in Japan and still ended up near them.
One of my buddies went to Miami for work and one night he went to a bar and while he was walking to his hotel a black guy was walking towards him on the sidewalk and as soon as they passed each other the guy grabbed him from behind and two other black guys ran up and beat him badly. When he fell to the ground they tore the back pocket completely off his pants to get his wallet then scattered. He couldn't talk for days, thought his jaw was broken. The Florida branch guys told him that he needs to be more careful around "moon crickets."