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Rabi
10/17/12 12:15:30PM

Posted by Lungsofsteel


Posted by Rabi

I had a pretty bad morning last tuesday, I cycle to work every day (about 3 miles) and a bloody card cut me up and I cycled straight into the side of his car. My bike is completely wrecked and I had a few bruises.



did the guy stop? id guess he'd be pissed aswell



He did stop, he seemed genuinly concerned.
KungFuMaster
10/17/12 12:42:45PM
As an adult, my car has been broken into (nothing was taken because there was nothing to take), our lawn mower was stolen by our next door neighbor ( can you believe that crap? )....He steals our lawn mower and puts it in his back yard - out in the open. My father and I knocked on his door and kindly asked if we can have our lawn mower back. The man of the house was not there - so the wifey just gave it back and we didn't press charges. They moved out quickly after that...

I have more cases of victimization but the one which hurt the most - happened when a was a six grader. My buddy and I would always ride our bikes to this little corner store. It wasn't exactly a liquor store. All they sold were candies, drinks, and a few selections of real food. My buddy and I would always go there for Boston Baked Beans and those lemon candies ( I can't remember what they're actually called. Anyway, they were cheap. They were only 10 cents a pack and everyday - we would make a stop there during our bike rides.

On many of our trips to the store, no store personnel would be there at the entrance to tell us to keep our bikes outside. And - usually by the time a store attendant realizes there are bikes inside the store, we simply say "OK" and buy our things first and then take our bikes out.

Well - the store owner ( who is probably the cashier also ) got tired of us bringing in our bikes every time we came in - so he brought his mean old dad I assume - to keep an eye on little thieves and little punks like me and my buddy who would always bring in our bikes.

We got there one day and as soon as we started pushing our bikes through the door, an old man with untrimmed facial hair stopped us - right in our tracks. His hair was gray and uncombed. His teeth had gaps and was stained yellow. His breath attacked us from five feet away. His eyes were barely opened but I could see there was a hint of evil lurking behind those eyelids. We were surprised and even frightened for a moment as we froze in our tracks while staring and not knowing what will become of our fate.

The man pointed and shook his finger at us. " You listen here. You can't be bringing your bikes inside the store. You see these dirty tires? You dirty my floor everyday and I have to mop them everyday. Why do you bring them into the store? There's hardly any room in here. Leave them outside."

"But someone might steal our bikes?" I squealed.

"That's not my problem. I can't have you bring your bikes in here. Go, you're blocking the way."

My buddy and I looked at each other. We knew there was a high bicycle theft rate in our neighborhood. We've heard stories of bikes being stolen and kids having their dreams crushed because of it. We looked through the glass windows of the store and we saw the Boston Baked Beans and the lemon candies standing perfectly in a row. My mouth started to water as I stared and the more I stared, I knew I had to get my baked beans and lemon candy.

Had we been smarter, we could have taken turns going into the store but fate will have it - we went in together. We live together. We die together.

That afternoon was the most crushing of all experiences I have ever had. Not being able to get into the college of my choice, or losing out on a job, or losing out on the girl of my dream - none of that compared to the heartbreak I suffered when my bike was stolen. It was as if someone reached into my heart, squeezed it, twisted it, and suffocated it.

We walked home that day and it seemed like the longest walk of my life.
DancingDoll
10/17/12 1:46:07PM
When I was a kid, my mom had this really pretty vintage bracelet. It looked like gold leaves and scatterings of tiny diamonds. While it was technically junk jewelry (ie. fake), it looked very real, and the cool vintage quality of it made it timelessly trendy. I used to try it on when I was a kid to play 'dress up'. When I got older, she gave it to me, so it had a lot of sentimental value as well.

I wore it out a few times on party nights, and it basically just disappeared from my condo one day. When I went looking for it, it was gone. I have no clue who stole it, whether it was building maintenance or possibly a female friend (I had a few new semi-sketchy friends, and I'm pretty sure one was a kleptomaniac, especially when she was coked out).

So anyway, I have no idea what happened to the bracelet, but it still saddens me because it's impossible to replace. It's always worse to lose sentimental stuff than valuable stuff.
Svartorm
10/17/12 2:01:59PM

Posted by KungFuMaster

As an adult, my car has been broken into (nothing was taken because there was nothing to take), our lawn mower was stolen by our next door neighbor ( can you believe that crap? )....He steals our lawn mower and puts it in his back yard - out in the open. My father and I knocked on his door and kindly asked if we can have our lawn mower back. The man of the house was not there - so the wifey just gave it back and we didn't press charges. They moved out quickly after that...

I have more cases of victimization but the one which hurt the most - happened when a was a six grader. My buddy and I would always ride our bikes to this little corner store. It wasn't exactly a liquor store. All they sold were candies, drinks, and a few selections of real food. My buddy and I would always go there for Boston Baked Beans and those lemon candies ( I can't remember what they're actually called. Anyway, they were cheap. They were only 10 cents a pack and everyday - we would make a stop there during our bike rides.

On many of our trips to the store, no store personnel would be there at the entrance to tell us to keep our bikes outside. And - usually by the time a store attendant realizes there are bikes inside the store, we simply say "OK" and buy our things first and then take our bikes out.

Well - the store owner ( who is probably the cashier also ) got tired of us bringing in our bikes every time we came in - so he brought his mean old dad I assume - to keep an eye on little thieves and little punks like me and my buddy who would always bring in our bikes.

We got there one day and as soon as we started pushing our bikes through the door, an old man with untrimmed facial hair stopped us - right in our tracks. His hair was gray and uncombed. His teeth had gaps and was stained yellow. His breath attacked us from five feet away. His eyes were barely opened but I could see there was a hint of evil lurking behind those eyelids. We were surprised and even frightened for a moment as we froze in our tracks while staring and not knowing what will become of our fate.

The man pointed and shook his finger at us. " You listen here. You can't be bringing your bikes inside the store. You see these dirty tires? You dirty my floor everyday and I have to mop them everyday. Why do you bring them into the store? There's hardly any room in here. Leave them outside."

"But someone might steal our bikes?" I squealed.

"That's not my problem. I can't have you bring your bikes in here. Go, you're blocking the way."

My buddy and I looked at each other. We knew there was a high bicycle theft rate in our neighborhood. We've heard stories of bikes being stolen and kids having their dreams crushed because of it. We looked through the glass windows of the store and we saw the Boston Baked Beans and the lemon candies standing perfectly in a row. My mouth started to water as I stared and the more I stared, I knew I had to get my baked beans and lemon candy.

Had we been smarter, we could have taken turns going into the store but fate will have it - we went in together. We live together. We die together.

That afternoon was the most crushing of all experiences I have ever had. Not being able to get into the college of my choice, or losing out on a job, or losing out on the girl of my dream - none of that compared to the heartbreak I suffered when my bike was stolen. It was as if someone reached into my heart, squeezed it, twisted it, and suffocated it.

We walked home that day and it seemed like the longest walk of my life.



Those candies are called Lemonheads my friend, and they're delicious to this day. I also enjoyed the highly racist Chinese Cherries candy in those boxes with the slant-eyed cherries wearing straw hats on the front. There was also a grape candy that was pretty good.
george112
10/17/12 2:02:54PM
I remember a time when the ipod mini was the "cool" thing to have. So I saved up enough money and finally got one. I was so proud of that damn thing.

Had it for 2 weeks and would take it on the bus or long car rides on the way basketball tournaments.

One time I forgot it in the car. Came back after the game to listen to it and that bitch was gone

Last apple product I ever owned
cowcatcher
10/17/12 2:10:25PM

Posted by Svartorm


Posted by KungFuMaster

As an adult, my car has been broken into (nothing was taken because there was nothing to take), our lawn mower was stolen by our next door neighbor ( can you believe that crap? )....He steals our lawn mower and puts it in his back yard - out in the open. My father and I knocked on his door and kindly asked if we can have our lawn mower back. The man of the house was not there - so the wifey just gave it back and we didn't press charges. They moved out quickly after that...

I have more cases of victimization but the one which hurt the most - happened when a was a six grader. My buddy and I would always ride our bikes to this little corner store. It wasn't exactly a liquor store. All they sold were candies, drinks, and a few selections of real food. My buddy and I would always go there for Boston Baked Beans and those lemon candies ( I can't remember what they're actually called. Anyway, they were cheap. They were only 10 cents a pack and everyday - we would make a stop there during our bike rides.

On many of our trips to the store, no store personnel would be there at the entrance to tell us to keep our bikes outside. And - usually by the time a store attendant realizes there are bikes inside the store, we simply say "OK" and buy our things first and then take our bikes out.

Well - the store owner ( who is probably the cashier also ) got tired of us bringing in our bikes every time we came in - so he brought his mean old dad I assume - to keep an eye on little thieves and little punks like me and my buddy who would always bring in our bikes.

We got there one day and as soon as we started pushing our bikes through the door, an old man with untrimmed facial hair stopped us - right in our tracks. His hair was gray and uncombed. His teeth had gaps and was stained yellow. His breath attacked us from five feet away. His eyes were barely opened but I could see there was a hint of evil lurking behind those eyelids. We were surprised and even frightened for a moment as we froze in our tracks while staring and not knowing what will become of our fate.

The man pointed and shook his finger at us. " You listen here. You can't be bringing your bikes inside the store. You see these dirty tires? You dirty my floor everyday and I have to mop them everyday. Why do you bring them into the store? There's hardly any room in here. Leave them outside."

"But someone might steal our bikes?" I squealed.

"That's not my problem. I can't have you bring your bikes in here. Go, you're blocking the way."

My buddy and I looked at each other. We knew there was a high bicycle theft rate in our neighborhood. We've heard stories of bikes being stolen and kids having their dreams crushed because of it. We looked through the glass windows of the store and we saw the Boston Baked Beans and the lemon candies standing perfectly in a row. My mouth started to water as I stared and the more I stared, I knew I had to get my baked beans and lemon candy.

Had we been smarter, we could have taken turns going into the store but fate will have it - we went in together. We live together. We die together.

That afternoon was the most crushing of all experiences I have ever had. Not being able to get into the college of my choice, or losing out on a job, or losing out on the girl of my dream - none of that compared to the heartbreak I suffered when my bike was stolen. It was as if someone reached into my heart, squeezed it, twisted it, and suffocated it.

We walked home that day and it seemed like the longest walk of my life.



Those candies are called Lemonheads my friend, and they're delicious to this day. I also enjoyed the highly racist Chinese Cherries candy in those boxes with the slant-eyed cherries wearing straw hats on the front. There was also a grape candy that was pretty good.



I believe the grape ones were called Alexander the Grape. Ah, old cheap corner store candy...
KungFuMaster
10/17/12 2:34:46PM

Posted by Svartorm



Those candies are called Lemonheads my friend, and they're delicious to this day. I also enjoyed the highly racist Chinese Cherries candy in those boxes with the slant-eyed cherries wearing straw hats on the front. There was also a grape candy that was pretty good.



Lemonheads - that's what they were called. Thanks man.

The racist Chinese Cherries - If they have a fiery taste to them then I think I've had them.
Svartorm
10/17/12 3:12:37PM

Posted by cowcatcher



I believe the grape ones were called Alexander the Grape. Ah, old cheap corner store candy...



Thats it! Damnit, now I want to find a shitty old store that still has a few dusty boxes of these things.

Ordep
10/17/12 4:07:08PM
The Cherry ones were fucking amazing, CHERRY CLAN

I posted a picture some time ago in the nostalgia thread.
187
10/17/12 5:41:50PM
a couple of years back i had my car stolen from my front lawn in broad daylight while i was at home. you could imagine my confusion when i looked out the window to see it no longer there. thankfully i was living below the poverty line at the time so i never had petrol, i'd scrape up enough to get to and from where i was going when i needed to and that's it (what goods a full tank of gas when you cant eat). so yeah, found the car not 5 minutes up the road later that afternoon..walking distance from the servo, so i borrowed enough loose change off my mate to grab some petrol to get it home and all was sweet again.... so yeah, don't target poor people if you're looking for a joyride..
shaneTpain
10/17/12 6:48:49PM

Posted by prophecy033


Posted by shaneTpain


Posted by samelia

Had some drunk dick head try and rob our family jewellery store over the weekend - saw him on the camera trying to reach his grubby hands round our glass cabinets. I rushed out and asked what the F he was doing right up in his face. He became quite submissive and said quickly "nothing I'm drunk". oh yup like I'm gonna say to that "sweet mate, all good, know what it's like".

He ran out after I yelled for him to get the F out a few times, thought I was gonna be pulling out some submission cards on the dude



You Kiwis are big on your precious elements.. Your family owns a jewelry store & Project Mayhems resident New Zealander Infestructure is a jeweller also. Just thought it was worth noting that out of the few Kiwis on the PG two of them are in the bling business haha

You do know that Infestructure is her husband, right Shane?



hahahaha well that explains some things. I actually had no fuckin clue. way to go Infest for landing yourself a chick who digs MMA I convinced my (anti-sports) girlfriend to watch some UFC one time & unfortunately it happen to be an extremely lackluster bout. I think it was Mark Bocek.. ? Not sure who he was facing but Bocek wrestled his way to a UD (with a lot of north/south & full guard) After the bout my girlfriend simply said "this is gay" & left the room. haha
Svartorm
10/17/12 7:06:38PM

Posted by shaneTpain

hahahaha well that explains some things. I actually had no fuckin clue. way to go Infest for landing yourself a chick who digs MMA I convinced my (anti-sports) girlfriend to watch some UFC one time & unfortunately it happen to be an extremely lackluster bout. I think it was Mark Bocek.. ? Not sure who he was facing but Bocek wrestled his way to a UD (with a lot of north/south & full guard) After the bout my girlfriend simply said "this is gay" & left the room. haha



Sounds like his fight with Nik Lentz.
Bubbles
10/17/12 8:35:28PM

Posted by Svartorm


Posted by shaneTpain

hahahaha well that explains some things. I actually had no fuckin clue. way to go Infest for landing yourself a chick who digs MMA I convinced my (anti-sports) girlfriend to watch some UFC one time & unfortunately it happen to be an extremely lackluster bout. I think it was Mark Bocek.. ? Not sure who he was facing but Bocek wrestled his way to a UD (with a lot of north/south & full guard) After the bout my girlfriend simply said "this is gay" & left the room. haha



Sounds like his fight with Nik Lentz.


John Alessio maybe?
KungFuMaster
10/18/12 9:04:53PM
About a week ago, I had noticed my gate which leads from the front yard to the back yard was unlatched. I asked my wife if she had transited to and fro through the gate and she said no. I remembered I checked everything to see if anything was stolen and I noticed nothing was stolen.

Well, today I had finished a can of soda and when I went to put it in our recycle bags, I noticed the bags were gone. I just now figured out I've been victimized. I just put on a lock and reinforced the gate with a 2x4. If this happens again, I'm getting a bigger dog.

I know who did it too. Damn section 8!

The homeowner across from us foreclosed and left about 6 months ago. The new owner or investor must have bought the house and gave it to section 8. Two months ago, a family moved in. They brought their junk and carts with them. Yes, I said carts. These guys are obviously on section 8 and they hang out in their front lawn all the time. Their friends come by with their carts all the time.

I happen to live on a nice block but I'm not too far from some apartment complexes. I don't know whether to tough it out or pick up and go. I really don't like my new neighbors. They sit out there all the time and they know our schedules. That's the troubling part. Maybe it's time to own a gun.
prophecy033
10/18/12 9:29:57PM

Posted by KungFuMaster

About a week ago, I had noticed my gate which leads from the front yard to the back yard was unlatched. I asked my wife if she had transited to and fro through the gate and she said no. I remembered I checked everything to see if anything was stolen and I noticed nothing was stolen.

Well, today I had finished a can of soda and when I went to put it in our recycle bags, I noticed the bags were gone. I just now figured out I've been victimized. I just put on a lock and reinforced the gate with a 2x4. If this happens again, I'm getting a bigger dog.

I know who did it too. Damn section 8!

The homeowner across from us foreclosed and left about 6 months ago. The new owner or investor must have bought the house and gave it to section 8. Two months ago, a family moved in. They brought their junk and carts with them. Yes, I said carts. These guys are obviously on section 8 and they hang out in their front lawn all the time. Their friends come by with their carts all the time.

I happen to live on a nice block but I'm not too far from some apartment complexes. I don't know whether to tough it out or pick up and go. I really don't like my new neighbors. They sit out there all the time and they know our schedules. That's the troubling part. Maybe it's time to own a gun.

You should have bought a gun a LONG time ago. I love knowing my Glock 9 is right next to my bed invade someone wants to break in and act a fool
KungFuMaster
10/18/12 9:38:45PM

Posted by prophecy033


You should have bought a gun a LONG time ago. I love knowing my Glock 9 is right next to my bed invade someone wants to break in and act a fool


I know...

BTW, no offense to anyone on section 8. I'm not mad at section 8; I'm mad at the tenants who live there.
Bubbles
10/18/12 11:23:57PM

Posted by prophecy033

You should have bought a gun a LONG time ago. I love knowing my Glock 9 is right next to my bed invade someone wants to break in and act a fool


Crazy Americans and their guns. A hockey stick will do just fine or a baseball bat for you guys what happened to the good ol' days?
cowcatcher
10/18/12 11:33:29PM

Posted by prophecy033

You should have bought a gun a LONG time ago. I love knowing my Glock 9 is right next to my bed invade someone wants to break in and act a fool



You don't need a gun when you have devastation and compassion.

BigBadAl
10/19/12 10:37:43AM

Posted by KungFuMaster

About a week ago, I had noticed my gate which leads from the front yard to the back yard was unlatched. I asked my wife if she had transited to and fro through the gate and she said no. I remembered I checked everything to see if anything was stolen and I noticed nothing was stolen.

Well, today I had finished a can of soda and when I went to put it in our recycle bags, I noticed the bags were gone. I just now figured out I've been victimized. I just put on a lock and reinforced the gate with a 2x4. If this happens again, I'm getting a bigger dog.

I know who did it too. Damn section 8!

The homeowner across from us foreclosed and left about 6 months ago. The new owner or investor must have bought the house and gave it to section 8. Two months ago, a family moved in. They brought their junk and carts with them. Yes, I said carts. These guys are obviously on section 8 and they hang out in their front lawn all the time. Their friends come by with their carts all the time.

I happen to live on a nice block but I'm not too far from some apartment complexes. I don't know whether to tough it out or pick up and go. I really don't like my new neighbors. They sit out there all the time and they know our schedules. That's the troubling part. Maybe it's time to own a gun.



Ha! Being from the UK I didn't know what Section 8 was and when I read it I thought of District 9. I imagined those damn prawns going through your trash and thought you had made a pretty funny joke. Then I looked up Section 8 on Google and now I feel a plum.
KungFuMaster
10/19/12 11:51:29AM

Posted by BigBadAl



Ha! Being from the UK I didn't know what Section 8 was and when I read it I thought of District 9. I imagined those damn prawns going through your trash and thought you had made a pretty funny joke. Then I looked up Section 8 on Google and now I feel a plum.



Many people who are on section 8 don't care too much about laws and regulations, and pretty much anything really - which is why they are in the mess they're currently in. I just don't like the fact good neighborhoods are being ruined because owners decide they want to give their houses to section 8. And the reason why owners do it is because section 8 will give them very good market value.

If you have a decent house and the current market suggests you rent your house out for approximately $1,000. $1,000 is a little on the high side and chances are you'll have to wait a while before a family decides to rent your house. But if you give it to section 8, you can get perhaps $1,100 to $1,300 per month for your house.

I imagine most people want to live with neighbors who share many of their same ideologies. If you're rich, you don't want to live with middle class folks. If you're a middle class folk, you don't want to live with the poor. It's how people are. We are prejudice. We say we like to help the less fortunate but we don't want to live with them.

But anyway, section 8 is a good assistance program to help the less fortunate but at the same time, it is also ruining good neighborhoods. They should have some type of restriction whereby owners who have houses in certain areas are not allowed to give up their houses to section 8.
airkerma
10/19/12 1:37:00PM

Posted by cowcatcher


Posted by prophecy033

You should have bought a gun a LONG time ago. I love knowing my Glock 9 is right next to my bed invade someone wants to break in and act a fool



You don't need a gun when you have devastation and compassion.



Guys, I've posted this in other threads, but you need absolutely nothing more than a set of taser/brass knuckles, bred together, to become TEH SHOCK PUNCH
Svartorm
10/19/12 3:26:34PM

Posted by KungFuMaster


Posted by BigBadAl



Ha! Being from the UK I didn't know what Section 8 was and when I read it I thought of District 9. I imagined those damn prawns going through your trash and thought you had made a pretty funny joke. Then I looked up Section 8 on Google and now I feel a plum.



Many people who are on section 8 don't care too much about laws and regulations, and pretty much anything really - which is why they are in the mess they're currently in. I just don't like the fact good neighborhoods are being ruined because owners decide they want to give their houses to section 8. And the reason why owners do it is because section 8 will give them very good market value.

If you have a decent house and the current market suggests you rent your house out for approximately $1,000. $1,000 is a little on the high side and chances are you'll have to wait a while before a family decides to rent your house. But if you give it to section 8, you can get perhaps $1,100 to $1,300 per month for your house.

I imagine most people want to live with neighbors who share many of their same ideologies. If you're rich, you don't want to live with middle class folks. If you're a middle class folk, you don't want to live with the poor. It's how people are. We are prejudice. We say we like to help the less fortunate but we don't want to live with them.

But anyway, section 8 is a good assistance program to help the less fortunate but at the same time, it is also ruining good neighborhoods. They should have some type of restriction whereby owners who have houses in certain areas are not allowed to give up their houses to section 8.



Don't buy a guy unless it's a carry piece that leaves the house with you. Home invasion guns are all well and good, until they invade your home when you're not there and steal your damn gun. Security systems aren't a bad idea, or better yet, just steal the sign that says "The Home Protected by ADT or whatever" and save yourself some cash.
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