CanadianCoyote
Well-Known Member
On Saturday night I went out to a classy bar to watch my friends' band play. It was a great night... the band played better than they have in a long time. Everyone was in a good mood... and there was a huge crowd that was really getting into their music. It was fuckin' MAGIC I tell ya!
... After the show, my friends and a few members of the other band they played with went back to one of their houses in order to help unload equipment and to split up the money they'd made that night.
That's when they were robbed at gunpoint.
Seven grown men were at the mercy of two thugs ... one carrying a fucking assault rifle and the other a snub-nosed revolver of some sort.
They took their money, their cell phones, their weed ... and for good measure, they beat my friend D ... who was crippled in a motorcycle accident 10 years ago... with his own cane and stole the cane as well. They thought he was "holding out on them". They roughed up my friend M because he had a large amount of weed in his pocket... (3 ounces). For some reason, they felt like they had to shove him to the ground and kick him a few times because of it.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY!?
Apparently the cops were really nice. They showed up within minutes of being called and were helpful to my friends... even getting them to laugh a little.
Needless to say, that put a damper on the whole weekend. I almost went with 'em to the house, too... but my other friend needed me to fix his computer and insisted that it couldn't wait. ... Being a geek saved me from a traumatic experience, I guess.
...SERIOUSLY. WTF.
... After the show, my friends and a few members of the other band they played with went back to one of their houses in order to help unload equipment and to split up the money they'd made that night.
That's when they were robbed at gunpoint.
Seven grown men were at the mercy of two thugs ... one carrying a fucking assault rifle and the other a snub-nosed revolver of some sort.
They took their money, their cell phones, their weed ... and for good measure, they beat my friend D ... who was crippled in a motorcycle accident 10 years ago... with his own cane and stole the cane as well. They thought he was "holding out on them". They roughed up my friend M because he had a large amount of weed in his pocket... (3 ounces). For some reason, they felt like they had to shove him to the ground and kick him a few times because of it.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY!?
Apparently the cops were really nice. They showed up within minutes of being called and were helpful to my friends... even getting them to laugh a little.
Needless to say, that put a damper on the whole weekend. I almost went with 'em to the house, too... but my other friend needed me to fix his computer and insisted that it couldn't wait. ... Being a geek saved me from a traumatic experience, I guess.
...SERIOUSLY. WTF.