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anleja · 01-22-2004, 09:35 PM

Well, maybe coming up with my #1 angriest moment isn't so easy. I've never gotten my ass kicked or my house arsoned. But here is a story:

(flashback to a much more naive anleja, circa 1997)

I was leaving my night class at the community college when confronted by a middle-aged man near the local head shop. I declined his request for money to take a bus to his supposed home in Kalamazoo, which is a fair distance from Grand Rapids.

Now, I generally try to find the good in people, and decided to chat with this interesting man. Well (did I mention I was naive?), one thing led to another and I agreed to give him a ride to the shelter which was roughly a mile or so away. Grand Rapids at this time in the evening isn't exactly bustling, but there is a decent enough amount of people around to make me feel safe in doing this.

We get to the shelter and the place is empty. Perfect. It is about this moment I feel not exactly safe. I start thinking things like "hindsight is 20/20, if I could go back in time, I'd tell this guy to fuck off."

So I am driving around with this guy, who is not getting out because he insists he will get out just a little bit up the road. This goes on for a while, until he tells me to pull off to some parking lot because he sees this guy he knows. I think he is going to get out, but instead, this new guys climbs in the car uninvited.

Yay!

So now I am learning some things about this world, largely along the lines of "Trust nobody."

I start to gather they are using me as their ride to find crack. As frightening as this event became, it was pretty exciting when they wanted me to pull up to a couple of prostitutes and told them that they should fuck me. You know, I appreciated the offer, but had to refuse.

Oh, oh, the guy in the back has a bottle of liquor of some sort, and is just about to pop that baby open when we get pulled over.

Just think, an hour ago I was involved in a class dissection of "The Crucible."

We were all frisked, and I was charged with nothing. I don't think they ever gave a reason for pulling me over. Maybe they were suspicious that this white kid was driving around these 2 black crackheads in circles?

I explained exactly what was happening to the cops, and they told me to get back into the car... and stay there. So I sat there for a minute or so, and the guys climbed back into the car, and the cops took off. The fucking cops had them get back into the car, even after I told them I was scared for my life! What the fuck?!

I drove around the corner, to a main street where I'd be visible, and with a newfound rage (mostly given to me by the cops, ironically) told those guys to get the hell out of my car, NOW.

I drove off for about 20 seconds when I hit my brakes and looked in the backseat for my cassette tapes. This was due to the 2nd guy earlier asking me if he could have them. Of course, I told him no, but he took off with them anyway.

I saw the cops at a nearby gas station and told them my tapes were stolen. One of the cops drove to where I dropped the guys off, frisked them, found nothing, came back, and let me know that the crackheads just told him that I was driving around with them so I could find a hooker.

Argh. On top of me being pissed at myself for letting myself being taken advantage of, pissed at the crackheads, pissed at the cops, I was now being accused of looking for hookers. They believed my deniels, but gave me shit about how stupid I was for picking up people like that.

At that event, my friends, got me pissed off to a whole new level.

But I did learn a lesson: don't help out ANYONE.

01-22-2004, 09:35 PM	#3 (permalink)
anleja disconnected Location: ignoreland	Well, maybe coming up with my #1 angriest moment isn't so easy. I've never gotten my ass kicked or my house arsoned. But here is a story: (flashback to a much more naive anleja, circa 1997) I was leaving my night class at the community college when confronted by a middle-aged man near the local head shop. I declined his request for money to take a bus to his supposed home in Kalamazoo, which is a fair distance from Grand Rapids. Now, I generally try to find the good in people, and decided to chat with this interesting man. Well (did I mention I was naive?), one thing led to another and I agreed to give him a ride to the shelter which was roughly a mile or so away. Grand Rapids at this time in the evening isn't exactly bustling, but there is a decent enough amount of people around to make me feel safe in doing this. We get to the shelter and the place is empty. Perfect. It is about this moment I feel not exactly safe. I start thinking things like "hindsight is 20/20, if I could go back in time, I'd tell this guy to fuck off." So I am driving around with this guy, who is not getting out because he insists he will get out just a little bit up the road. This goes on for a while, until he tells me to pull off to some parking lot because he sees this guy he knows. I think he is going to get out, but instead, this new guys climbs in the car uninvited. Yay! So now I am learning some things about this world, largely along the lines of "Trust nobody." I start to gather they are using me as their ride to find crack. As frightening as this event became, it was pretty exciting when they wanted me to pull up to a couple of prostitutes and told them that they should fuck me. You know, I appreciated the offer, but had to refuse. Oh, oh, the guy in the back has a bottle of liquor of some sort, and is just about to pop that baby open when we get pulled over. Just think, an hour ago I was involved in a class dissection of "The Crucible." We were all frisked, and I was charged with nothing. I don't think they ever gave a reason for pulling me over. Maybe they were suspicious that this white kid was driving around these 2 black crackheads in circles? I explained exactly what was happening to the cops, and they told me to get back into the car... and stay there. So I sat there for a minute or so, and the guys climbed back into the car, and the cops took off. The fucking cops had them get back into the car, even after I told them I was scared for my life! What the fuck?! I drove around the corner, to a main street where I'd be visible, and with a newfound rage (mostly given to me by the cops, ironically) told those guys to get the hell out of my car, NOW. I drove off for about 20 seconds when I hit my brakes and looked in the backseat for my cassette tapes. This was due to the 2nd guy earlier asking me if he could have them. Of course, I told him no, but he took off with them anyway. I saw the cops at a nearby gas station and told them my tapes were stolen. One of the cops drove to where I dropped the guys off, frisked them, found nothing, came back, and let me know that the crackheads just told him that I was driving around with them so I could find a hooker. Argh. On top of me being pissed at myself for letting myself being taken advantage of, pissed at the crackheads, pissed at the cops, I was now being accused of looking for hookers. They believed my deniels, but gave me shit about how stupid I was for picking up people like that. At that event, my friends, got me pissed off to a whole new level. But I did learn a lesson: don't help out ANYONE.