There was a few times but the absolute worst and how I obtained PTSD went like this..
To make it short I lost $13.5k cash, brand new iphone and my legally registered springfield sub compact .45 ACP
We met outside per his request by some fence behind an apartment complex. I didnt notice until I was there that all around this fence happened to be a huge forest area where I was waiting AKA very secluded. I knew I should have gotten the hell out but part of me really wanted to just get done with the deal quickly and the other part probably thought "i got a .45! I can do anything! what young and stupid men we once were!) Anyways I waited for quite awhile..all of the sudden I hear "J...is that you my nigga? " I was like yeah where you at. About 3 seconds later...CRASH! I got smashed on my back with a metal bat. Then once to the back of the knee cap. I fell down. The same guy kept hitting me around my upperish body area while another dude used a baseball to punch my head/ face/ eyes. While the 3rd dude stripped my pockets of all my shit. I probably onlly needed to get hit once by the bat but I was not about to let that shit go without a fight! So thanks to that mentality..I earned myself 2 black eyes, severe facial cuts/bruising. 2 broken ribs and a severely hurt ankle (got hit by the bat on the side ball of my ankle)
I obviously couldn't move. Thank GOD someone in the apartments happened to be outside smoking a cig and heard us fighting err..me getting my ass KICKED. So he ran over and "shewed" the attackers away from me and called 911. I don't remember getting to the hospital or calling my brother or anything(he was there) I guess after I heard him call 911 I tried to run away since I HATE hospitals and didn't make it more than a few inches before collapsing and just passing out.
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Off topic but back to my story..I just wanted to say that Xanax saved mine, and possibly a couple others lives. Why? Because the next day I picked up my friend on a rampage of stupidity HELL bent on revenge. Even tho I could hardly move tho. I was so livid still, yelling and screaming saying how i was going to take care of these guys and waht not..my friend hands me a xanax bar and before I even got to the 3 dudes house (found their address thru the dudes gf, tricked her to give it to me ) i was 100% calm. I was just like hey..you know what...whatever..its only money. Karma is a bitch and they will get theirs. Lets go home.
The end!
To make it short I lost $13.5k cash, brand new iphone and my legally registered springfield sub compact .45 ACP

I obviously couldn't move. Thank GOD someone in the apartments happened to be outside smoking a cig and heard us fighting err..me getting my ass KICKED. So he ran over and "shewed" the attackers away from me and called 911. I don't remember getting to the hospital or calling my brother or anything(he was there) I guess after I heard him call 911 I tried to run away since I HATE hospitals and didn't make it more than a few inches before collapsing and just passing out.
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Off topic but back to my story..I just wanted to say that Xanax saved mine, and possibly a couple others lives. Why? Because the next day I picked up my friend on a rampage of stupidity HELL bent on revenge. Even tho I could hardly move tho. I was so livid still, yelling and screaming saying how i was going to take care of these guys and waht not..my friend hands me a xanax bar and before I even got to the 3 dudes house (found their address thru the dudes gf, tricked her to give it to me ) i was 100% calm. I was just like hey..you know what...whatever..its only money. Karma is a bitch and they will get theirs. Lets go home.
The end!