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well im doing jack**** right now
i should be studying for a midterm, but i vouched instead to smoke 2 bowls back to back and browse TA. productiveness at its finest.
but i got a cool story to tell. so i was at an aptm in chitown at a party when i realized that i had forgotten an interview for an internship the next morning. i was pretty fuckin hammered, but decided i had to leave to catch the last train back to the burbs. so i get to the L, get on, and about 2 stops down i realize that its too late for that train, so i get off.
i start walking down belmont back to where the aptm is, and i was on a quiet block with no people....except 1 cracky bum.
he walks up to me and asks "do you have any money". i say "no."
the ****** pulls a knife.
not a combat knife, but like a swiss army knife. now, usually, in this situation, you would probably stand and think what this guy is capable of, since hes a crackaddict who probably cant feel pain. but then again i was drunk as hell, so my instincts reacted.
i kicked him right in the nuts.
he bends over groaning and moaning....im NOT a big person and I NEVER start shit, but this guy was no bigger than me, and he pulled a fucking knife, so my actions are justified.
i see that for SOME reason he's holding a wad of bills in other hand...( ), i try to snag it all, but only got away with a 10, and then i ran. ran fast. ran all the way back to the aptm where i proceeced to take 3 more shots instantly.
fucked up shit. lol
Short version: got drunk, forgot i had to do something, attempted to get to train station, realized i failed, started heading back to where i got drunk, encountered a burglar, pulls knife and tells me to give him all my money, i kick him the nuts, take some of HIS money, run.
karma, baby.
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