Some of these are amazing.
The one I have to add off the top of my head was in SF in about 2002.
It was about 11pm and I was at my girls apartment on the edge of the Mission. I was kind of restless so thought I'd go for a skate to burn off some energy.
I went down to the Armoury 3 up, 3 down as we were a block away. I'd never skated there at night, but it was kinda sketchy with crack heads roaming hard.
When I get there, I can see a board lying on the steps and a dude passed out on the top step. Seems like the crack heads were homing in on him to empty his pockets. It wasn't a good place to pass out.
I wake the dude up and he is drunk and a bit confused. He's mumbling and stumbling when he walks out into the street.
A white BMW Z4 style thing screeches to a halt so as to not knock this stumbling dude down.
His immediate response is to swing his board and smash it across the bonnet of this car. The pony-tailed dude gets out of the car screaming (Understandably) and goes to the back of the car and grabs this massive chain. He comes running at us shouting about how he is going to fucking kill us.
Fuck.
The skater is shouting for me to follow him..."Quick, this way." So, we start pushing away, FAST. I follow this guy for some unknown reason. I'm not from SF, so any shortcut/knowledge of a hideaway right now is welcome.
We go a few blocks and he opens a gate for us to tuck into. i didn't realise, but it was the entrance to his apartment. He thanks me for waking him up and offers me a beer which he has inside as thanks. Zero mention of the car smashing. I am down for the beer after all this.
We go in, grab the drink and I introduce myself. He introduces himself as Tony Miorana - who at that point, I'd only kinda heard of.
We sit down and he passes out again in like 5 seconds. Literally.
I'm blocks from home, haven't skated and am definitely tired now but after all this, I'm drinking the beer whether this dude is awake or not. So I chill for 10 mins and sip away at it.
Halfway through, I just hear the door open and Jasin Phares walks in.All I know of him is that he's kinda gnarly and has that full body Misfits tattoo. He doesn't know me for shit and asks "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment drinking my beer?"
I honestly can't remember what I said in return, but I left really quickly. In all my time there, I never say either of those dudes again. The whole ordeal was a sketchy nightmare...but fuck it...got a fun story out of it.