What are you afraid of?
Reply #94 - October 22, 2013, 02:06 AM
FromM friendship thread - I extend my hand in friendship lol
Now you may tl;dr, but at least I answered your question.
In 1993/4 my lads and I met a guy who had been 'banished' from London, 19st and black and big and mental crackhead (before we even knew what crack or even coke was). He became one of those you would meet regularly, it was 1992, the summer was a hot one. Anyways cut a long story short, all of us are smoking in two cars at the end of a dead -end street with greenery at the end. Let's call him King Kong. KK cycles by as we are in the middle of a giggling session. KK thins we are laghin at him. He rides off, he comes back with a knife and an axe. Pulls out one of us from the car by the neck and holds the knife against him and I don't remember what he said but it wasn't good, somehow later on he had me by the neck with the axe on my head, like he was going to give a middle parting. I was talking to him and he was telling me to shut up and I was still talking, because if you think I am argumentative now, back then boy, I don't remember getting out of his clutches. We all survived, seven of us, any other occasion he was getting rushed, but stoned, innocent, knife and axe, KK you get the picture.
I nearly fainted afterwards but kept my record of no fainting since 10, didn't let my mates know tho. Went to sleep that night. Woke up.
To a feeling that I have never experienced. As soon as I opened my eyes KK. He was in my head. My mid-morning had arranged for a gun from a cousin in a big city, when I say arranged, I mean enquired, it never turned up.
At a meeting, my friends? I? a meeting lol. I said I was ready to kill him, they thought I was nuts but as it was I saying it and claiming it they were not that bothered, I rationalised - the police are not going to miss someone like that, I knew where he lived, his rooms, his girlfriend, he had a list of 200 enemies, no one would know.
I remember my lawyer friend pacing up and down, saying I am going to lose my career before it starts, you can't do this, but I reckon pragmatic enough to know - that if a gn appears on the scene then it was panic stations.
In the end - three of us sit in the car, me in the back, two upfront, passenger has a baseball bat in the footwell, I only have one exit because on one side there is a wall (fucking gangsters lol), who appears but KK, he slides into the back with me. I can see the baseball bat, I can't see a way out as he is sitting in front of it.
He apologises. His girlfriend was giving him shit. it wa good enough for me. or else there were moments that if you put a gun in my hand then maybe
I am my own worst enemy and best friend, itsa bit of a squeeze in a three-quarter bed, tho. Unhinged!? If I was a dog I would be having kittens, that is unhinged. Footloose n fancy free, forced to fit, fated to fly. One or 2 words, 3 and 3/thirds, looking comely but lonely, till I made them homely.D
Topic: What are you afraid of?