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Just so you know, this happend to a friend of mine. I am going to say it in first person so its easier on my typing
Normally Id never post such a thing on the internet, let alone on this site. But something happend to me today that probably should have killed me. I got a phone call from a friend and said he had someone who wanted some E. Long story short I met him at a gas station near my house. I was carrying protection on me and I got into his car (bad idea). I had been robbed for 3 grand in the past and this was for only 500 worth. I get into this kids car and immediatley I knew something was wrong. They drive away and the child lock is on. OH GOD I thought to myself. Not fucking again.
They stop somewhere in the parking lot near my house and the girl in the front seat pulls out a fucking RIFLE. Yes a fucking rifle. The kid next to me pulls out brass knuckles. The first thing the girl says is.... "I have no problem shooting you dead right here." Mind you, I am 5'3 125 pounds. I am a trained UFC fighter (have faught 2 events and won both as an amateur). My creditials are Purple belt under Marcel Ferreira in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. My school was a TOP NOTCH MMA school. American Top Team. World class instruction and training. These years of getting beaten on by the best in the world saved my life at this point.
After the ugly, cunt, redneck, bitch, says she will kill me, I grab the barrel and point it at her friend driving. I take out my peice and the driver somehow grabs it. The gun goes off (1 round) through the windshield. I am getting hit in the back of the head with brass knuckles, my own pistol, and getting punched. I am stuck in the back with both doors locked + child protected. This went on for a good 2 minutes. Can you imagine 2 FULL minutes of being pounded? The 2 guys were easily 20+ years old and mature 160 pound adults. I look 12. I am not a badass or a tough guy at all. Ive been in ONE or two real fist fights back in 9th grade.
I was bleeding so bad I couldnt see, I was pumping so much adenaline that I was going numb. I did not say ONE WORD the entire time. The guys and the girl tried their hardest to keep me down to steal my product and my money. I managed to climb out of the car and run away after 2 min and 30 seconds of being POUNDED. I did not lose coniousness at any time nor did I get any sort of black out. I can truly say my face looked 10x worse than Tito Ortiz vs. Ken Shamrock 1. I had a cut on my head that looked identical to Marvin Eastman vs. Vitor Belfort. Look it up. Mine was just as thick but shorter. I somehow fucking managed to save my life AND KEEP MY SHIT that is rightfully mine (which btw supports me, im already in a little debt because I recently got my own place). This would have set me back so badly that I might have considered taking my own life. No joke. Ive been depressed lately and really not sure If I took the path I wanted in life. I just wanted to get out of debt and start my real job.
The last words I heard were "how the fuck did we let him go. FUCK. WE GOT NOTHING MAN!!" as they drove away. I called 911 and ditched my stuff somewhere to get later. I Bs'ed the cops and they got REALLY mad (they arent dumb). I drove my DAMN SELF to the hospital. I never once cried nor felt bad. I was prouder than a NFL super star winning the super bowl. Not that I had beat a bunch of bullies and kept my shit. I relized how precious life REALLY is and the fact that GOD or whatever being (I dont know what I believe in anymore) gave me not a 2nd but litterally a millionth chance at life. From the despairs of IV coke addiction to being beaten so fucking bad that I had 19 staples in my head. 8 very large bumps that were almost an inch out of my head. My face was bruised and blood COVERED my arms, legs, chest, and even my dick. Everyone was drenched. I spoke fluently to everyone, including the 911 reciever. The paramedics couldnt figure out how I was standing, let alone speaking as clear as though I was at a speech class. Maybe the years of getting pounded really got me used to that feeling. I was breathing heavily but was not fully winded. The point is my life is finally in a place where IM not hooked on ANYTHING. Theres no more holes in my arms, I have great friends, found a scene I enjoy, etc. My one flaw is my money making. I admit I was not made to do this sort of thing. Its just NOT ME. But the money is so easy and so fast... It just kills me to think that I am actually like that!
What happend to me today will never leave me. I know adenaline can do amazing things (old ladies and lifting cars etc) but man, I thought for sure I was DEAD today. They had my stone cold locked in that car but I still faught my way to the drivers side and unlocked it and got out. FUCK those kids for trying to take food out of my mouth. I will no longer be this type of person. My friends saw this lifestyle is doing and came to my help. Luckily I have real friends who basically squared off everything. I sent a letter today to get my elevator job hopefully.... We'll see. Anyway thanks for reading my rant. I probably sound like a MANIAC. haha. Peace out everyone....
-Jason
P.S.
Id really, REALLY, appreciate any sort of feedback. Wether you think I am a fool or complete retard or whatever. I just needed to vent. I feel reborn. (I truly do, and its been hours and hour since the incident.)

Normally Id never post such a thing on the internet, let alone on this site. But something happend to me today that probably should have killed me. I got a phone call from a friend and said he had someone who wanted some E. Long story short I met him at a gas station near my house. I was carrying protection on me and I got into his car (bad idea). I had been robbed for 3 grand in the past and this was for only 500 worth. I get into this kids car and immediatley I knew something was wrong. They drive away and the child lock is on. OH GOD I thought to myself. Not fucking again.
They stop somewhere in the parking lot near my house and the girl in the front seat pulls out a fucking RIFLE. Yes a fucking rifle. The kid next to me pulls out brass knuckles. The first thing the girl says is.... "I have no problem shooting you dead right here." Mind you, I am 5'3 125 pounds. I am a trained UFC fighter (have faught 2 events and won both as an amateur). My creditials are Purple belt under Marcel Ferreira in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. My school was a TOP NOTCH MMA school. American Top Team. World class instruction and training. These years of getting beaten on by the best in the world saved my life at this point.
After the ugly, cunt, redneck, bitch, says she will kill me, I grab the barrel and point it at her friend driving. I take out my peice and the driver somehow grabs it. The gun goes off (1 round) through the windshield. I am getting hit in the back of the head with brass knuckles, my own pistol, and getting punched. I am stuck in the back with both doors locked + child protected. This went on for a good 2 minutes. Can you imagine 2 FULL minutes of being pounded? The 2 guys were easily 20+ years old and mature 160 pound adults. I look 12. I am not a badass or a tough guy at all. Ive been in ONE or two real fist fights back in 9th grade.
I was bleeding so bad I couldnt see, I was pumping so much adenaline that I was going numb. I did not say ONE WORD the entire time. The guys and the girl tried their hardest to keep me down to steal my product and my money. I managed to climb out of the car and run away after 2 min and 30 seconds of being POUNDED. I did not lose coniousness at any time nor did I get any sort of black out. I can truly say my face looked 10x worse than Tito Ortiz vs. Ken Shamrock 1. I had a cut on my head that looked identical to Marvin Eastman vs. Vitor Belfort. Look it up. Mine was just as thick but shorter. I somehow fucking managed to save my life AND KEEP MY SHIT that is rightfully mine (which btw supports me, im already in a little debt because I recently got my own place). This would have set me back so badly that I might have considered taking my own life. No joke. Ive been depressed lately and really not sure If I took the path I wanted in life. I just wanted to get out of debt and start my real job.
The last words I heard were "how the fuck did we let him go. FUCK. WE GOT NOTHING MAN!!" as they drove away. I called 911 and ditched my stuff somewhere to get later. I Bs'ed the cops and they got REALLY mad (they arent dumb). I drove my DAMN SELF to the hospital. I never once cried nor felt bad. I was prouder than a NFL super star winning the super bowl. Not that I had beat a bunch of bullies and kept my shit. I relized how precious life REALLY is and the fact that GOD or whatever being (I dont know what I believe in anymore) gave me not a 2nd but litterally a millionth chance at life. From the despairs of IV coke addiction to being beaten so fucking bad that I had 19 staples in my head. 8 very large bumps that were almost an inch out of my head. My face was bruised and blood COVERED my arms, legs, chest, and even my dick. Everyone was drenched. I spoke fluently to everyone, including the 911 reciever. The paramedics couldnt figure out how I was standing, let alone speaking as clear as though I was at a speech class. Maybe the years of getting pounded really got me used to that feeling. I was breathing heavily but was not fully winded. The point is my life is finally in a place where IM not hooked on ANYTHING. Theres no more holes in my arms, I have great friends, found a scene I enjoy, etc. My one flaw is my money making. I admit I was not made to do this sort of thing. Its just NOT ME. But the money is so easy and so fast... It just kills me to think that I am actually like that!
What happend to me today will never leave me. I know adenaline can do amazing things (old ladies and lifting cars etc) but man, I thought for sure I was DEAD today. They had my stone cold locked in that car but I still faught my way to the drivers side and unlocked it and got out. FUCK those kids for trying to take food out of my mouth. I will no longer be this type of person. My friends saw this lifestyle is doing and came to my help. Luckily I have real friends who basically squared off everything. I sent a letter today to get my elevator job hopefully.... We'll see. Anyway thanks for reading my rant. I probably sound like a MANIAC. haha. Peace out everyone....
-Jason
P.S.
Id really, REALLY, appreciate any sort of feedback. Wether you think I am a fool or complete retard or whatever. I just needed to vent. I feel reborn. (I truly do, and its been hours and hour since the incident.)
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