dice

Last night I was walking home from a party at 3a.m. I was only a block away from my house, when a car full of black, crackhead, gangster, lookin' thugs stops by my side. The guy in the passengers seat gets out, pulls a gun on me, and cracks a smile. He told me to give up all of my stuff. I said to him, "I'm a fucking punk dude! I ain't got shit."

(Which was a total lie, I had over $100 in my bag.)

I gave him the handful of quarters I had in my pocket. He then ordered me to give up my skateboard. I told him it wasn't mine, but my friends. He put the gun to my head, and yelled, "Give up the board bitch." I could hear him cock the gun.

I didn't think the gun was real, but I wasn't about to find out. Really what kind of human being puts a gun to someones' head for a skateboard?!? It's not even a nice board! I would imagine that they would be too worried about scuffing their sneakers, to ever ride it. I gave up the board and they drove off.

Never has anything like that happen to me. Sure some creep will try and talk to me more often than I like to imagine, but never did I feel like my life was in danger. Has anything similar ever happened to you? What do you do in that kind of situation?

Now on to a more positive note:

Tonight I'm playing a FREE show in San Francisco @ The Retox Lounge. 21+


Tomorrow I'm playing at The Red Hat in Concord with Horror X, The STD's, and the KillCrazies. 21+ $5


Now I'm going to go and smoke out my buddy who's board I just lost.

Longer update with pics coming!