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Hank Chinaski · 10-31-2003, 05:09 PM

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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I was jumped ............ It was 2 AM and I was very drunk and very high.

My story is pretty cliched, at least at the start.
honeymoon trip to A few places in Europe. We are in Amsterdam, and wandering around the shopping alleys off Dam Square during the day. I had a pretty good sense of how the alleys tied into the surrounding streets. And the whole city seemed so cartoon-like and safe. I was living in DC, so I had US city senses, but for some reason Amsterdam seemed not dangerous.
Off course the other thing is that people spot you as a US tourist and offer to sell you hash. why anyone would buy hash off the street, I do not know when you can buy it at coffee shops and even a laundramat, but anyway because of this, people get close to you "want some hash" , and it didn't seem something to worry about.
that night wife and I go to Milkweg, and get tanked/stoned, and see I know that we should walk-no cab- back because we're young and in love, and in a beautiful foreign city......
then I see the entrance to one of the shopping alleys, Kalverstraat and I know it'll be a good shortcut and it was really fun that afternoon to be on the alley!
my street senses were on vacation because all of the shop windows had chain netting over them which means I wasn't in cartoon land of course.
we were almost through the alley when 4 teens came up to us... still no worries because these pleasant dutch youngsters probably only want to sell us hash. So they come up close "want some hash?" no thanks walk by, but they were really close. 1 grabbed me the other 3 strated hitting me. We were about 50 yards off the Dam square which I could see.
I heard 1 say "do you want a good fucking?" I thought they were tallking to my wife who wasn't being held. I told her to run to the square, but she knew they were talking to me. she started screaming and I thought "good idea" and started screaming. I remember the guys punching me in the mouth as I screamed. then suddenly from the square a cop showed and the 4 kids ran off.
good times!

robustpuppy · 10-31-2003, 05:10 PM

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Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
BTW, if you do switch, donate your phone to a women's shelter, (they can still dial 911), rather than fill up a landfill

Don't know about the NYC, but in DC Verizon has the subway covered, but others can roam on to their system (as I do with AT&T--don't know RP's problem)

When I first got AT&T service I could never get a signal in the metro, so I gave up. I also had a basic in case the car breaks down on 14th street and I have to call AAA eleven times to see where the fuck the tow truck is plan, so the roaming charges would have been outrageous.

Greedy,Greedy,Greedy · 10-31-2003, 05:12 PM

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Originally posted by fufu
Almost fifteen years ago I was the victim of an attempted rape. Luckily I saw the rapist first and started to move in the opposite direction. He caught me and tried to pull me into some nearby bushes. I was able to to knee him where my momma told me never to knee a man with an erection, and get away. Although I wasn't raped I was stabbed in the chest. I was very lucky because several good samaritans came to my aid and were able to stanch the bleeding and call the paramedics. My attacker was caught. During the prelim his family was overheard discussing having me killed because they all realized that he was looking at some serious jail time. Then the intimidation started. I was followed by scary looking men to and from work. I had to change my telephone number several times because of harrassing, sick and twisted calls. For my safety, I moved in with friends who lived in the 'burbs. During the trial I was brought to court in an unmarked police vehicle, escorted by two burly police officers from the sex crimes unit through the back corridors of the criminal courts. I have seen the seamy side of life and don't ever want to participate in it again.

Very significant acts of bravery on your part; I hope the guy was put away for a long time. You probably saved other women.

str8outavannuys · 10-31-2003, 05:12 PM

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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
When my sister dropped her phone 23 plus floors down an elevator shaft and it broke into a million pieces, they were able to recover the chip, and the 400 plus phone numbers therein. Some of those numbers were hard to get the first time around.

As opposed to, say, your sister's phone number, which is written on every men's room wall from Topeka to Tacoma.

Str(hey, it's Friday)8

Replaced_Texan · 10-31-2003, 05:13 PM

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Originally posted by str8outavannuys
As opposed to, say, your sister's phone number, which is written on every men's room wall from Topeka to Tacoma.

Str(hey, it's Friday)8

Clearly, you've met my sister.

str8outavannuys · 10-31-2003, 05:18 PM

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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Stop using Bill McNeal's lines.

Remember the episode where Bill trotted out his own jingle? "The Real Deal with Bill McNeal?" Ahhhh, good times. There'll be a screening of my (and Toni's) favorite episodes at our place before our next reunion gig in Hollywood. We're just off of Bronson, near the Hollywood sign.

str8outavannuys · 10-31-2003, 05:21 PM

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Originally posted by pretermitted_child
In college, I've had to run for my life on several occasions while walking back and forth late at night from the academic buildings back to my dorm. Usually some thug or a group of thugs would casually block my path as I would be walking along wearily with my heavy backpack, at which point I would turn and scurry off in the opposite direction like a scared animal.

After about the second time this happened, I took a firearms training course, as well as a marksmanship course, and seriously looked into getting a gun permit. Unfortunately, firearms were not allowed in the dormitories. Damn.

Similar incidents have happened to me in the NYC subway -- usually a group of young men sense that I'm an out-of-towner and would follow me, oftentimes yelling "Are you lost?" I swear that if I had a gun, I would have had a Bernie Goetz moment each and every time.

Dude, no wonder you're so tweaked all the time.
I heart Tweak's parents.
I also heart Underpants Gnomes.

Did you just call me Coltrane? · 10-31-2003, 05:27 PM

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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Amsterdam Story

There are two things I cant stand in this world. Intolerance of other peoples culture, and the Dutch.

leagleaze · 10-31-2003, 05:28 PM

These are some amazing (in a bad way) stories. My thoughts go to everyone who has shared their experiences and those who have had similar experiences. To those of you who had to go to court or talk with the police to deal with it, that was incredibly brave.

Shape Shifter · 10-31-2003, 05:30 PM

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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
good times!

I don't get it. Did you get the hash or not?

mmm3587 · 10-31-2003, 05:32 PM

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Originally posted by Tyrone_Slothrop
And if they did, I hope they itemized the cost of the toilet they ripped apart.

Well, even if they don't bill him, there's this from the AP wire version:

"The railroad's maintenance department estimated the toilet would take two days and 'several thousand dollars' to fix, Brucker said."

Note: I'm not really sure if I should post this given the corrent mood of the board. I think others have already said what needs to be said about these experiences, though, so I will. I just wanted to note that posting a snippet about a moron commuter doesn't change the gravity of the stories or comments posted, and I don't intend it to do so.

Nihilist · 10-31-2003, 05:35 PM

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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
we were almost through the alley when 4 teens came up to us... still no worries because these pleasant dutch youngsters probably only want to sell us hash. So they come up close "want some hash?" no thanks walk by, but they were really close. 1 grabbed me the other 3 strated hitting me. We were about 50 yards off the Dam square which I could see.
I heard 1 say "do you want a good fucking?" I thought they were tallking to my wife who wasn't being held. I told her to run to the square, but she knew they were talking to me. she started screaming and I thought "good idea" and started screaming. I remember the guys punching me in the mouth as I screamed. then suddenly from the square a cop showed and the 4 kids ran off.
good times!

Ve believe in nossing, Chinaski. Nossing. And tomorrow ve come back and ve cut off your chonson.

I said "Ve'll cut off your johnson"!

Just you tink about that, Chinaksi.

Yeah, your wiggly penis, Chinaksi.

Yeah, and maybe ve stomp on it and squoosh it, Chinaksi.

fufu · 10-31-2003, 05:37 PM

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Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Very significant acts of bravery on your part; I hope the guy was put away for a long time. You probably saved other women.

He was sentenced to thirteen years and paroled twice. Each time I was able have him paroled several counties away from his hunting ground. However, during his last parole his predatory nature got the better of him and he attacked another woman. He was incarcerated for life under California's Three Strikes law.

The woman whom he raped prior to me was autistic, and because of this he was able to plead to a lesser charge. He had only been out of prison for three months when he attacked me. I was told that he had raped, sodomized and orally copulated his way throughout state since he was eighteen.

Bad_Rich_Chic · 10-31-2003, 05:37 PM

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Originally posted by pretermitted_child
In college, I've had to run for my life on several occasions while walking back and forth late at night from the academic buildings back to my dorm. I would turn and scurry off in the opposite direction like a scared animal.

Similar incidents have happened to me in the NYC subway -- usually a group of young men sense that I'm an out-of-towner and would follow me, oftentimes yelling "Are you lost?"

You know, I now have a totally different mental picture of you than I did 5 minutes ago.

I haven't been the near-victim of a violent crime, that I know of, though I've nearly been a perp

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However, the parents of a good friend were murdered in a home invasion. Made me a death-penalty advocate.

By the by, I adore Tweek. Tweek is my Southpark alter ego - I have those episodes where my brain just fries and I start twitching and saying "Akk! Bleck!" every couple of days.

See, y'all, I'm going home to gobble candy before the trick or treaters come.

edited to add a para break because my smiley was looking really weird in the paragraph it was in.

Mmmm, Burger (C.J.) · 10-31-2003, 05:40 PM

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Originally posted by fufu

The woman whom he raped prior to me was autistic, and because of this he was able to plead to a lesser charge.

Good lord, how does that work? Because she couldn't effectively testify against him?

This guy got two too many strikes before they put him in the can forever (well, three, really)