had a dude who was a buddy at the time but more or less homeless steal my apartment keys so he would crash at my pad when he knew i was aways to visit my gf without me knowing. we kind of found out by putting all the evidence together and then confronted him. it sucked cause i offered him to crash at my place anyway. he didn't steal anything, except that he usually smoked some of my weed and also at one point i guess he needed pants, so he took a pair of me and i saw him wear it and was like "bro those are mine wtf". he denied it at first XD i was just saying dude just ask for a pair of pants, it's fine. he's been doing that over the span of three months i guess. after that the whole circle of friends helped to set him up with an actual place to crash for the time being. we always thought he was homeless at the time, but he was too proud and always made up shit where he was staying. the guy actually got his shit together pretty well soon after.
lots of graffitit related stuff, like gnarly runs across train tracks, running from cops or security with dogs, generally close calls of almost getting caught. they are all more or less the same.
also sort of graff/weed related: this dude a couple years older than us who was a writer my friend looked up to came back to the area and lived in this big ass house that must have belonged to his grandparents or something. he was living there with a guy he met in jail who just got out and they were selling weed out of their house. it was kind of like a trap house, just right in the middle of a white middle class suburban neighborhood.
my friend started to hang out with them and so i ended up at the house and it was just fucked up. there was 13 year old kids from around the neighborhood smoking bongs and shit. it was like that type of place. the two older dudes would use them for chores and shit in exchange of letting them hang out at their crib and smoke some weed. fucking creepy. and that homie from jail turned out to be an ex-nazi with a big ass swastika tattoo on his chest. that dude was on some other shit than weed, too, for sure. those guys were fucked and i immediately didn't want anyhting to do with this shit.
well i was pulled back in when my fucking friend asked me to pick up a homie in the city. and it turns out it was that guy(not the nazi dude) after some grand weed purchase and i'm basically his taxi. so now i have this asshole with a sportsbag full of weed in my car, that's great. i guess i was less of a resistant person back then and just sort of abided the situation because i didn't throw him out of the car. instead i was like ok fuck it, i want to get home, let's just go.
immediately after we exit city limits a cop car turns up behind us. i know the worst thing to do right now would be to panic and stuff, so i tell the guys yo, just relax, we might get held up, just don't gesticulate and shit, we have cops behind us. the dudes in the back totally panic tho. i'm like wtf, they will think you're panicking and for sure stop us, just sit there and relax please. that cop car followed us around for 15 minutes until it thankfully took a left turn at some point. needless to say i was close to a heatattack. that could have been a hefty sentence. we made it back home and after that i made sure to absolutely avoid this guy and his ex-nazi friend and told my friend the same.
speaking of stories with cops, i've thankfully only been arrested and put in overnight a couple times. that's it. i will only tell a part of a pretty tragic story that's kind of crazy. i was arrested when my ex-roommate tried to commit suicide as a suspect when it wasn't clear it was a suicide attempt(she survived and is well). this was the best i was ever treated by cops, weirdly enough. after they did their forensic stuff in our pad and a short questioning we were allowed to go. i had a couple ounces weed at the place. they said that they found that, and that i shouldn't worry about it. that's not their business and they have no plans to involve anyone. they just left it there and the cop actually said "i bet you want to calm down after all this shit, so we just left it and pretend it wasn't there, ok?" coming back into a place after this stuff is weird as fuck. also all the forensics ash and stuff was still there. it felt like coming to a murder scene. she jumped out the kitchen window. i couldnt go into the kitchen for weeks and we just ordered take out. i moved away soon after, that event made me just want to leave the whole area and sort of start fresh.
not that crazy of a story, but i met will kinser from born/dead, red dons, no more art in berlin when we were both stranded cause we tried to hitch the same ride which didn't arrive. then we hung out and i managed to hook us up with a different ride. will is super cool. i've met him a couple times in the streets since then, but we never hung out, which is kinda sad. anyways, i'm a big fan of his music and stuff. just a crazy coincidence to meet a musician you dig out of the blue in that circumstance.
i probably had one of greatest fuck ups in hook up history, too. i had a short phase about ten years ago where i would go out alone only and usually get pretty wasted, just enjoying being not bound to other people during my partying. i was at a bar where a friend works at and was super drunk and sort of dancing. i don't remember what music played, but it might have been some deathrock/gothy punk. these two objectively super hot chicks that are look kind of dressed up start to dance hard with me. i'm sort of psyched, but i'm kind of asexual, so i also don't really knew what to do. i enjoyed dancing with them but i guess i was very intimidated by all that sexual energy. also i was already fucking wasted. needless to say i didn't hook up with either of them, much less both, so don't get your hopes up. but my friend working there later told me that they were actually bummed i just left and those were actually burlesque dancers who were doing a show at another club a day later. "bro you blew a 100% safe threesome with the two hottest chicks, well done." what can i say, i'm sorry, i just can't do shit like this lol.
also i met ronnie from the band sex addicts who do porn-punk at a bar. and the guy was so into me he crashed the meet up i had with two friends and basically lovebombed me on the spot. it was so uncomfortable. dude's a creep. he wanted me to come to a show and get naked. in the beginning i kind of went with his flirts a bit, but then it got way too intense and also how rude is that to just interject yourself. it took like 20 minutes of being increasingly hostile to him and subsequently leaving the place altogether. i literally asked the dude "please, stop it now, this is getting creepy." what an absolute weirdo. i normally feel flattered when i notice people want to fuck me, even if i don't reciprocrate, but i kind of try to see it as a complement. in that instance i wished someone wouldn't think i'm hot. he was constantly complimenting my looks to the point it felt like he actually made fun of me. i never leave a bar just because one person is annoying, that was pretty much the only time. it made me think of how shitty it must be for women who experience that type of behavior probably a lot more and even more intense. i was never lovebombed and pressured like that evening to the point where i almost felt i lose control over the situation.
i had this downstairs neighbor who died a few years back the night we had a gas leak and weren't allowed back into the house cause it could have exploded anytime. anyways, he died like a year after his wife. one day he asked me for some "help". i thought he needed me to carry something or whatever. turns out he was asking if it was possible for me to put my thumb up his butt. because his wife used to do that, and he really likes it, and he misses his wife, and he needs someone that does that now. and i was like holy shit dude, no way, just get a pro for that. told him he should ask his doc for prostate massage or something or just get a sex worker. i felt sorry for him. i don't think it's gross he likes it, but i'm not gonna do that. i haven't even stuck up my thumb in any ex gfs butt, i'm not going to start with a stranger now.
approximately one week ago i might have saved a little girl from getting run over by a police car who was about to speed over a red light. the light was green for pedestrians but there was a cop car with lights and sirens on speeding up and closing in which usually means to wait anyways. i see i little girl with headphones coming up behind me and she just starts to charge to make it over the street as long as the lights green, has no clue about the cop car cause she's not looking. i start yelling nonono, stop! and just in time put my arm and hand in front of her to stop her as the cop car whizzes by over the green ped light, maybe a boards width in front of her. that was pretty close. the little girl just looked up to me with an expression of holy shit. i didn't even say anything as my brain froze, too, in that moment. i just said ok let's go now when the car had passed.
i have more, but this has to do for now.