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Yesterday I saw my friend from work, who we'll call "Dave", get stabbed several times by a crackhead. A transvestite crackhead named Blondie with a big ass butcher knife.
He's okay. Despite being stabbed eight or nine times, he got away with only a gash on his neck that didn't bleed too badly. It was so surreal...
We were chilling in Brian's apartment, when Brian's roomate walks in and demands that Dave pay Blondie the money he owes hir. We agree, because irate crackheads usually mean a bad time, so we recommend that he just pay and settle things. Dave is really drunk, and decides not to pay. So we ride down to the Marathon gas station to pick up some ciggarettes when Blondie catches up with Dave. We tell Dave to settle this now so as not to draw heat on the rest of us. His reply is that he needs ciggarette money and doesn't want to pay. I kick him out of my car.
He goes to talk to Blondie, who immediately steals his wallet. He tries to get it back and she/he pulls out a big ass butcher knife and goes to town on Dave. Brian, who is driving my car, sees this in the rear view mirror and whips the car around to see what the hell is going on. Here's the conversation that followed:
Brian: "What the fuck?"
Myself: "Dude, is that a knife?"
B: "Yeah man, a big one."
{slight pause. At this point, Dave has been stabbed several times, but the situation is so surreal that we are in a state of shock}
B: "...Dave, run! Run, Dave! Run!"
Myself: "Run! Dammit Dave, forget the wallet and run!"
{Dave is still being stabbed.}
B: "Dave, just run, you dumbass!"
Myself: "Run! Just...Dave, run!"
Blondie drops hides the knife and gets back in her car and tries to get away, but a bloody Dave has his hands on the hood of the car to keep it from going anywhere. Dave finally hears us and lets Blondie leave with his wallet.
Later on, relating the story to my friend Pat, Pat says "Damn. He got beat by a crackhead? Who's gay? And gansta, no less. Damn. The gay side of gansta can be rough...apparently. Hell, I dunno."
I hate this town. |
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