Has anyone been around or witnessed a crime take place.

Banks use the excuse that they don't want people to get caught in the crossfire between a robber and an officer, but the real reason is they are too cheap to hire anyone.

 

When I first moved back down to Houston, I had my DJ and sound equipment stolen (mixer, 400 cds, Peavey 15" speakers) out of my car at my aprtment complex and I saw who had it and what apartment they were in, but the Webster cops were too slow and r****ded to answer my call. I got to watch my stuff get away.

About a year later my car was stolen (86 Monte Carlo - easiest car on earth to steal) and I literally had a Lebowski moment with it. The cops told me I could get my car and I found mail in the car that had the address of the kid who stole it. When I called the cops with the smoking gun, they laughed at me and told me to be happy I had my car back.

 

Because their money if federally insured.

 

Some of you have been in some f'd up situations for sure. I guess I am have been fortunate.

I was looking at the Matrix in my apartment one night and it got to the point where Neo is dodging bullets. I had surround sound pumped up and I thought everything sounded too lifelike. Well, I was right because the gunshots kept going even after the shots stopped on the screen. I could hear that it was like right outside my window. So I sat for awhile, scared to go outside until I see about 10 cop cars in the parking lot of the complex. There was a disturbance of a guy breaking into his ex-gf's apartment to get the stuff she wouldn't give back. A deputy saw this, called for back-up, when back-up arrived he made his move to arrest the guy. The guy wrestled with the deputy, breaking the deputy's arm in the process and started running the back-up shot at the guy twice. The guy carjacked a woman who was just coming into the complex, then tried to run over 2 cops that were chasing him on foot. Well, they unloaded into the car. Killing the guy. It was then I decided to move out of that complex.

Another time I was driving down Tidwell, near Jensen and I saw to Hispanic guys hit an old white guy in the head with a rifle and take his watch and wallet. They were on foot and ran across the street to escape into the neighborhood, but they didn't look both ways as a pickup hit them flush going about 60. Talk about swift justice. I don't think they survived, I just kept on driving.

I have had my car broken into like 3 times. I haven't had anyone break into my apartment. I have always tried to live in some safe places, though they are overpriced. The one where the shooting took place was really nice when I moved in, but 3 years later, it turned into 'Menace to Society'.

 

When I was probably 8 or 9, a guy broke into my house while my dad was at work. It was during the summer and my mom was teaching, so she was at home with me. Anyways, the dude came blazing in with this big ass butcher knife threatening to kill my mom and I. The strange thing is, the dude did not even want to steal anything. Furthermore, he had no reason to want to kill us. I think he was the cousin of our next door neighbor, but we'd never had any run-ins with them at all. Anyways, the guy had my mom down on her knees begging for her life and she was yelling for me to take off running, so I just bolted out the door and ran as fast as I could to my dad's work (we only lived maybe like a block away from the school where he worked) and ran in his office and was like "someone is trying to stab momma" and he told me to stay there and took off running back towards our house. Anyways, my mom had been able to get out the front door and take off running in her house shoes. Luckily, these two women were driving by in a pickup truck and saw my mom running and picked her up. At this point, the guy took off running the other direction. They caught the two guys later that night, but at the time we were living on the White Mountain Apache Indian Reservation, and the tribe did not want to do anything about the crime. Even though my dad and I are both Cherokee (my dad half-blood and me 1/4th), we were viewed as whites and the tribe did not feel like prosecuting one of their own for attempting to murder my mom and I. So, the guy just walked and there was nothing we could do.

 

Dude, SCF, that's messed up. That would scare the hell out of me if the guy that did that to me and my parents walked scott free.

 

This thread makes me appreciate living in Canada. Seriously, this is some crazy stuff. The fact that so many of you have stories like this is amazing to me.

 

A couple of weeks ago, there was half-dozen pistol shots a half-block from my house. Then, a couple minutes later someone calling for help. I called the police.

That was the most recent. Crimes you've witnessed are probably too numerous to list, especially since you've witnessed all your own. My most memorable was when a friend and I were held up at gunpoint outside a closed Corvette dealership. The guy was shaking bad, which isn't a good thing, but at least he had the gun pointed at the ground.

 

We do live in Houston.

Once I was playing ball at a park in a not so great part of town. My friend had had relations with a gang member's girlfriend. Well the entire gang showed up and surrounded the basketball court so that nobody could leave. The guy went up and put a gun in my friends mouth and just stood there and threatened and talked to him for like 10 minutes. Luckily he didn't shoot him. I always thought that if he shot him, he'd have to kill all of us because we were all witnesses, thus why they surrouned the court so none of us could leave.

 

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This thread reminds me....

The other night, I was leaving my girlfriend's house at about 1 am, and the second to last house on her street had some big white van in it. As I drove by, there were two large men carrying out a couple trash bags. Now, she doesn't live in a bad part of town, but there are always people coming in and out of the last two houses on her street, almost like they're drug houses. Seeing that happen, though, just downright freaked me out.



It was almost like it was a dream. I can't even remember what night it was on, or why I went that way (I went a different way than normal).

 

I lived next to a drug dealer for a summer while I was in college. Dude had people in and out of his apartment at all hours of the night. A couple of times I heard him having LOUD arguments with people, and he broke several windows in the three months he lived next to me. The management kicked him out right before I moved out at the end of the summer.

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When I was in the dorms at A&M, I was walking back to Hart at like 3 in the morning. I had a parking spot in Koldus, so I also walked through the breezeway between the MSC and Rudder to get back to Hart. I'm about through the breezeway when I hear something behind me, so I jump a few of the stairs that were next to me and turn around. As I do a police car goes flying by me. I have no doubt that if I hadn't heard it coming and moved, it would have hit me. Anyway, up ahead a guy on a bike has come into view and is being chased by another cop car. A policeman gets out of the car that almost hit me, yells "Stop mother f'r, stop!" and then almost tackles the guy on the bike. The guy on the bike falls over, and then takes off on foot with the cops still following. I have no idea to this day what the guy on the bike did.

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Saw a guy who had been shot dead in a car once in a gas station right around 59 and Chimney Rock. I wasn't involved in any way, just saw the guy in his car and the cops sectioning him off as I drove by.

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I don't have any life or death stories where I've almost died involving criminals, but I very easily could have been killed by a water moccassin once.

I was swimming with friends in a little cove like area in Lake Travis. One of the people I was with had a boat, and she'd dropped a bunch of off to swim and then left to take a couple of other people skiing. So we're swimming, screwing around and having a good time. So I'm swimming and goofing around, go underwater, come back up and turn about ninety degrees. About five feet in front of me is a six to seven foot water moccassin swimming straight at me, flicking it's tongue in the air.

Luckily I was in a place where I could stand, everyone else I was with were further out into the water where it got as deep as 35 feet. I walked backwards, away from the snake, and as I do the snake turns and swims over to the bank where it crawls into a hole and disappears.

While I was backing up I remember hearing one of the people I was with yell "Aaron, throw back the football." I looked down and saw it in my hand, but had no recollection of how I got it or picking it up. Still holding the ball, I get to the person who was the closest to me, and just point. As the snake disappears into the hole, he articulates for the first time what had left me speechless to that point.

There were 12 foot cliffs all around us, you could climb out of it, but there would have been no way they could have dragged me out if I had gotten bit. The boat came back about an hour later.

 

Yeaahhh...I'm convinced, time to go ahead and get my CHL--thanks for pushing me over the edge!

my story:

Last semester of college I was living in some Apartments after moving out of the Fraternity House. One night our power went out at 2 in the morning and all the alarms are going off--one of those complexes that are all wired together for fire with sprinklers and security systems.

My roomate and I are pissed and tired and our nextdoor neighbor says something to "Red"(my roomate) and Red responds sarcastically, starts yelling and they are in each other's face in a flash. Being a red head and former street pharmacist, he was well versed in scrappin'.

J'nard, our neighbor is cool as shizz, we hang out all the time and call him the "Black Kramer" ala Seinfeld--always busting in the door without knocking and BS'n with us. He is on the track team at UNT as are couple of other guys in his apartment.

Red proceeds to smack the crap out of J'nard, split his eye open and gave him a bloody lip. I grap Red, his boys grap him--we are all, like, WTF? Red storms inside I stay outside talking with his boys.

J'nard, having gotten tagged, is pissed and making alot of noise, yelling and what not and more neighbors show-up to see whats going on. Unfortunately for this particualr situation which was about to be blown-up, they are black as well. I say that only to illustrate that this went from a scuffle between two dudes that are friends to something far more insidious--black vs. white.

J'nard shows back up at our door with a bat and is yelling with a crowd egging him on like a prize fighter starts banging the door. Red yells back and I am in between him and the door--Red can see the crowd out there that is turning into a mob and it's no secret that we are two whiteboys with many black faces looking at us. Red storms back into his room, I follow trying to calm him down, grabs his automatic from his nightstand and is racking the slide and chambering a round as he stalks out towrds the front door and the mob outside. I grap his arm as he is bringing his peice down and he drops it on the couch. J'nard saw him coming with the pistol and lept back.

Long story long, the piece was safetly hidden and both parties make a hasty exit before the cops show up. Red was embarrased that he got into the fight as was J'nard and we all get together and make up--crisis averted and friendship restored...dudes are strange that way

 

Yeah, I'm pretty sure if one of my friends ever pulled a gun on me, restoration of the friendship would be out of the muther****ing question.

 

At the Italian bank where my holdup took place, there was no security. Just these lame Star-Trek security lockdown doors that apparently can be bypassed when a gun is held up to a teller's forehead.

 

I concur, this was so one-off...he never pointed it at him, it was really that he felt threatened by the mob outside--that why they were able to mend it up

 

Yeah, I hear ya. It'd have taken a while, though.

 

Memo to self: stay away from fellow CBBS members and their neighborhoods.

 

I saw a guy get his car stolen, and the owner running after it briefly, yelling "that's my car!" over and over.

That's about all I got. Well, significant stuff anyway.