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I was on a bus going to work. A few stops before mine the bus gets cut off by another bus. The driver started yelling at the other driver then pulled over and got out of the bus to, I assume, escalate the conflict. We were near my stop anyway, so I got off before things could get hairy.
Was walking from the condo where I lived to the pool hall across the street with my sister. This involved cutting through some bushes and then crossing a sort of busy street with sidewalks on both sides. We successfully made it across to the other sidewalk when a car pulling out of the parking lot turns in our direction. This was all normal. Then another car quickly pulls out of the same parking lot, overtakes him and whips in front of him forcing him onto the sidewalk just a few feet from where we were, like if he hit the gas, he would have run over us. Then an SUV rushed in from behind us along with two other vehicles. Cops jump out with guns drawn and start ordering the guy out of the car while pounding on the glass with the butts of their guns. We’re like practically one of the cops we’re so close. Obviously the police had no idea two people were going to suddenly appear in their drama from behind some bushes. Glad we didn’t get shot or run over. Could have really ruined our evening.
Till reading a couple of the posts, I’d forgotten about this:
I was about 22, and living with my first roommate. He was a decent enough guy, but got rowdy when he drank with friends. I don’t drink, but as an introvert who was trying to fit in with “normal” people, I went along with the following.
He had some friends over, they were drinking, but not a lot. One of them speaks up about a woman, his manager at work, who they all seemed to know somehow, and hated. They know where she lives, and that she’s not home, so off we all go. I’m just following along, because I want to fit in, and I’m stupid. They break into her house, I go in with them, thinking they might just fuck around and maybe steal some booze, or something. That’s all that’s going on for a few minutes, then someone says, “I’m going to piss on her bed.”, and another one adds, “I’ll shit on her bed.” That was bad enough, in my mind, but someone else ups the threat and says, “We should kill her cat, where is it?”
‘Ugh, what the fuck am I doing here?’, I think. So, I tell my roommate, who wasn’t making stupid threats, but seemed likely to go along with it, that I was leaving. Fortunately, I had driven my own car, because I learned that lesson long before this incident.
According to my roommate when he got home, they did piss on her bed, but did not kill the cat. I moved out soon after that.
In 2011, I worked in West Bromwich, greater Birmingham, UK, on Birmingham Road, where it joined High Street. The news had been reporting on riots starting in Tottenham, London, and it was said that they were spreading. One lunch time during this time, I went out to get lunch from a great Indian sweet shop called Dhillons that did an amazing Samosa Chaat, which was about 5 minutes walk down the road from our office. As I got closer, I could see a crowd and police further down the road, not far from the sweet shop, and coming towards me. Then I saw smoke, and turned around, and went back to the office, without my samosa chaat. Loads of busies with full blues and two’s on (police cars with sirens and lights on) started whizzing past, towards the trouble, and this continued all afternoon. When I left, the air was cloyed with smoke, and the street towards the sweet shop was cordoned off. The next day we learnt that the sweet shop got smashed up, and their van was torched, one of many that got hit. Nearly got caught up in a riot!
My wife and I were on vacation at a beach town in Europe with lots of really cool old things to see. A local said he knew of a cool thing off the beaten path a little. Like idiots we followed him for a little bit until we realized by off the beaten path a little, he meant completely away from everyone. We noped out of that before he got us completely isolated so he and his friends could likely jump us.
When I was 16, I took the city bus to school and we had bus tickets that you could buy at the local corner store. The corner store was a 3 block walk from my house, and I was going there one day to buy a sheet of tickets. As I set out walking, a man in a white van slowed down to whistle/shout sexual things, which is sadly something that teen girls experience regularly - that occurrence was just another usual day.
But then, the man started circling the block over and over as a method to follow me. When I hit the Main Street he pulled into a gas station to pause and see which business would go into. And when I entered the convenience store, he parked the white van in front and stood on the front steps smoking and blocking all exit points.
I asked the convenience store clerk if he had a back exit I could run away through. He did not, but the man went to the front steps and yelled at the man and got him to leave. He parked across the street still watching, so I waited in the store until I saw ANY bus coming to the nearby stop and immediately got on. I took that to a crowded shopping mall and passed enough time until I felt that I could get back to what I was planning to do that day.
Life is disgusting for teen girls.
I’m sorry that happened to you
Rural Thailand. About an hour out of Chiang Mai. Bunch of the lads in the Muay Thai gym I trained out of were having fights at this event. Great experience. All going very smoothly and culturally very different (I’d say our small group were the only non-Thais there and we were with a bunch of Thais) which was great.
Now the Thais are very fond of betting on these fights and sometimes the bets are big. Spices things up. Anyway later on in the evening one lad kicks another up and down the ring but the judges call it for the other side.
The crowd went absolutely wild thinking it was a fix (honestly I think it was, it wasn’t even close). The judges were starting to get bustled away for their safety and I see some very very irate lad coming with a hammer ready to do some damage.
Funnily enough one of the other Irish lads I was with who spent a long time over there training and fighting was fully chill. I was not haha.
It was a long time ago so I can’t remember with certainty if that was the end of the night but I think it was.
I loved my time in Chiang Mai, I could totally imagine this happening
Superb city. Absolutely loved it there. Was not a fan of Bangkok tbh but CM was great.
This little event (edit: it wasn’t little actually, bad description, there were throngs there) was really in the arse end of nowhere. Absolutely fantastic experience. I threw a few words of Thai at one guy when trying to find the toilet and we instantly became besties.
Love the Thais generally. They’re so kind and patient.
Absolutely. I arrived thinking the name “land of smiles” was just tourist marketing but it’s completely true. I enjoyed having a pint of Guinness in the random “Irish” pub in CM too. It was too novel not to.
Haha. How was the pint? The rule is that Guinness usually doesn’t travel well. I don’t go to the pub very often but always drink Guinness when I do but I find it grand abroad tbh.
One of my best memories of CM was a BBQ place that was incredible. Nom nom nom nom nom.
Having had pints in Ireland and the US… not the best, haha
Hahaha. I guess it was a stretch to expect in fairness.
My family was about to walk into a Target in south Florida when two police cars, driving much faster than was safe for a parking lot, pulled up to the front doors. Their lights were off, but my wife and I made eye contact and turned our kids around.
Generally speaking, officers of the law exceeding the speed limit is always a “avoid this area” signal for me.
I was living in FL when RBG died.
2am subway station in Vienna. Had been drinking all night, really had to pee. Walked in to the bathroom, saw dude with a spoon and a lighter doing his crack thing and did a sweet 180 Michael Jackson spin on my rear heel and was out the door before it even closed from my opening it.
Had never seen anything like that in real life but didn’t need to look twice.
Lighter and spoon is heroin, not crack. That dude was way too invested in getting high to care about anything you would have been doing.
You’re trying to correct something and are uninformed, not adding a ton to the convo.
"A spoon is frequently used in the preparation of certain drugs, primarily heroin and crack cocaine. For heroin, a spoon serves as a heating vessel to dissolve the powdered or tar form of the drug. Heroin is often mixed with water in the spoon, and heat is applied from underneath with a lighter to facilitate dissolution, to create a liquid for injection. A small piece of cotton or a cigarette filter is sometimes placed in the spoon to act as a filter, drawing the liquid into a syringe while leaving behind impurities.
Crack cocaine, a rock-like form of cocaine, can also be prepared using a spoon. Powdered cocaine is mixed with baking soda (sodium bicarbonate) and a small amount of water in the spoon. This mixture is then heated, causing a chemical reaction that separates the cocaine base, forming an oily mass that solidifies into crack cocaine “rocks” upon cooling. While crack is primarily smoked, the spoon is used in this “cooking” process to transform the powder into its smokable crack form."
You’re quoting from somewhere, but not citing your sources, which doesn’t really add to the conversation either, for all we know you’re just copy and pasting some AI-hallucinated bullshit, and it kind of reads like it might be because that last sentence is a bit of a mess.
Now, sure, you technically can cook crack in a spoon, and I’m also absolutely certain that some people have, maybe even on a regular basis.
But at least around me, most crackheads aren’t usually out cooking their own crack in the field, they’re buying rocks from their dealer. That’s one of the reasons crack got big- higher profit margins for the dealer. Maybe the situation is different in Vienna, I honestly can’t can’t say I’ve ever talked to any Austrian crackheads about their local drug culture. And on the user’s end the draw is that it has a faster, more intense high, and having to make your own crack before you can smoke it kind of takes away from that a bit.
And it can be prepared in a spoon for injection like heroin, but like your quote said, most of the time people prefer to smoke it.
It can also be smoked from a spoon in a pinch if they can’t get their hands on a more suitable crack pipe, and giving you the benefit of the doubt that it was in fact crack, I’d bet that’s what you saw, but that’s a different process than what’s described in whatever you quoted.
No offense, but that’s a rookie move. I used to visit a public market in Seattle on weekends and there was always someone in the public bathroom just drugged out on the floor. As long as they aren’t bothering other people, a just took a piss and left.
“no offense but”, classic Seattle. I was on a different continent but heard your Seattle condescension sound and clear.
You kind of seem desperate to brag about how cool you think you play situations; different countries and cultures and everyone’s risk tolerance is different. You should start a thread about how cool you are and share with a Seattle community, they probably are cooler and did it first.
Pretty much every time I go to the grocery store ends like this.
I’ll often say this to my kids, for example, when an establishment is closing.
going into a tunnel with 4 lanes: 1 left and 1 middle and 1 right lane all going toward tunnel, the outside rightmost lane is to go around the bridge (not toward tunnel). I was in the middle lane.
I had a gut feeling or something but the traffic was unusually slow. So i went ahead and drove to the rightmost lane and exited.
After exiting, we are 2kms away but i saw ambulance entering from the opposite lanes. So the 4 lanes on our left should have vehicles moving away from the tunnel. But some serious stuff went down such that ambulance must drive in opposite direction.
It turned out some electric cars malfunctioned and one of the car’s battery combusted due to hot weather.
In like 2008 I was coming back from an overnight airsoft event in rural Texas at like 3am and had to stop for gas. I pulled into the only gas station in a small town just off the highway and was just about to get out of the truck when a sketchy dude walks out from behind the gas pump and started asking me questions through my window hey man, cool truck, is that yours or your parents, where you coming from? I rolled out of there real fast and found a safer stop up the road.
Keep in mind, I was in military gear at the time because I was young and dumb, but that didn’t stop sketchy McCrackhead from chatting me up.
Airsoft gear does not look like military gear. It looks like military role play, which looks obvious to most people. I think that was part of why they felt so comfortable approaching you
At 3 am in the dark from inside a car you think you could tell a difference? I’ll agree the cheap stuff I had was not super realistic but I wouldn’t mess with it. It was really dumb of me to have not changed out of if at the time. People in law enforcement have really itchy triggers nowadays.
Airsoft gear does not look like military gear.
I used to do the odd paintball in surplus gear. Without the face shield it was the same kind of kit I used to wear for work.
I just moved just outside a major city in Texas. Me and my roommate decided to explore the city so we drove downtown, parked and just started walking around. We walked past a train station and there were people openly smoking weed wondering around the train station. This was in 2015, way before any weed legalization and it’s still illegal in Texas.
Now I don’t care about people smoking weed, most are nice and at most will just ask if you have money, have weed, or are looking to buy weed. I don’t even care if you do other drugs as long as you can handle it, know your limit and stay within it.
What bothered me is across the street there were two police cars just watching. Standing out of their cars just watching. That means they didn’t care about the low level weed crimes. They were there incase something larger went off. They were there in case of stabbings, shootings, mugging etc. I got out of there ASAP and never went back
