Walking out of a bar in Santa Ana, Im pretty sure it wasnt Jack Herer since he is supposably posting from the USA as of late but anyways..as I were walking around the corner with my wife, her friend, and this Czech dude this crackhead started talking shit and I said something back, I forget exactly what I said but it probably involved the words "piedrero", "pura", and "mierda".
So the guy goes back to where he was and we keep walking. About a minute later dude comes around the corner on the back of a motorcycle, jumps off and says "give me all your shit" as he pulled the old classic "finger in the pocket trick". I knew exactly what he was pulling because if he had a gun he would have showed it to me already but it wasnt him I was worried about because as much as a crackhead he was he would have already sold the pistol to buy some rock. I was a little worried about the motorcycle dude because if you can afford a bike you can afford a gun and as I began to size him up ol "cracky" jumped on my back but couldnt take me down. I pried him off and contemplated hitting him in the head with my beer bottle but decided not to at the last moment.
So I push him back and tell him to stop being stupid and let it go and start to walk off, I realized right away that everybody had dissappeared I saw my wife running down the main street trying to get help but the other two completely vanished. So then the two would be robbers sped off on the motorcycle and I tried to hit em with the bear bottle but I missed(dag nabbit).
Cops showed up literally 30 seconds later and not just one but three cars, so I have to give it to Santa Ana for that, never saw anything like it since I have been here. They asked me to jump in the truck so we could spot them but we didnt so they dropped me off at the house.
So about twenty minutes go by and we are at the house smoking bowls when someone starts beating on the main gate, it was the cops, they showed right up to my front door with the guy in the back of the truck and said "is this the guy".
We went to the police station but refused to press charges since he didnt really steal anything and now knew where we lived, its not like Gringos dont have enough enemies down here I dont need anotherone especially a crackhead one that knows where we live.
Sorry for the long post, I honestly wouldnt have started typing if I knew it would have gotten so long, but whats done is done and if you dont like it you could always just kiss my ass.
So the guy goes back to where he was and we keep walking. About a minute later dude comes around the corner on the back of a motorcycle, jumps off and says "give me all your shit" as he pulled the old classic "finger in the pocket trick". I knew exactly what he was pulling because if he had a gun he would have showed it to me already but it wasnt him I was worried about because as much as a crackhead he was he would have already sold the pistol to buy some rock. I was a little worried about the motorcycle dude because if you can afford a bike you can afford a gun and as I began to size him up ol "cracky" jumped on my back but couldnt take me down. I pried him off and contemplated hitting him in the head with my beer bottle but decided not to at the last moment.
So I push him back and tell him to stop being stupid and let it go and start to walk off, I realized right away that everybody had dissappeared I saw my wife running down the main street trying to get help but the other two completely vanished. So then the two would be robbers sped off on the motorcycle and I tried to hit em with the bear bottle but I missed(dag nabbit).
Cops showed up literally 30 seconds later and not just one but three cars, so I have to give it to Santa Ana for that, never saw anything like it since I have been here. They asked me to jump in the truck so we could spot them but we didnt so they dropped me off at the house.
So about twenty minutes go by and we are at the house smoking bowls when someone starts beating on the main gate, it was the cops, they showed right up to my front door with the guy in the back of the truck and said "is this the guy".
We went to the police station but refused to press charges since he didnt really steal anything and now knew where we lived, its not like Gringos dont have enough enemies down here I dont need anotherone especially a crackhead one that knows where we live.
Sorry for the long post, I honestly wouldnt have started typing if I knew it would have gotten so long, but whats done is done and if you dont like it you could always just kiss my ass.
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