I got stabbed in the arm by a guy with a knife who initially asked for a dollar then asked my friend where he bought his shoes then suddenly there were three of them and they wanted our beer and money and didn't want white boys on the street; we left bleeding sans beer but still had our wallets. Until the violence started I didn't realize what was happening.
A meth addict tried to rob me while I was walking home from the gas station when I lived in Cali. He ran up on me and pushed me to the ground and came at me with a knife. I had to kick the knife away but cut my foot while doing so (sandals). I got away with my stuff while he went after his knife.
yep.... that and outrageous rent were my two peeves about that place. What is even worse was I was walking down the street literally RIGHT next to the jail.
Granted I also took hash oil bong rips in a friends yard in front of that same jail... so... eh.
Granted I also took hash oil bong rips in a friends yard in front of that same jail... so... eh.