got a few stories to share...
way back in 2001 or so we basically had oktoberfest in our town and some friends and i got into a fight with some thuggish dudes. one of my homies was a real giant, super big and pretty burly, when he was coming up to what appeared to be their boss or whatever, the guy pulls out a pistol and points it at my homie. coplights were flashing up and our opponents chose to retreat. my friend said he wasn't even sure if that thing was real at the moment but seeing this guy pull out a piece was still pretty gnarly to me.
over the course of several years of going to different people to get weed, i have encountered several funny guys that chose to point their guns at me for pure laughs. i never found it funny, you assholes.
i used to do some graffiti in my teenage years, but later i just went with the others to just lurk around and look for cops or something while they are doing their thing. there were some intense moments for sure, like dodging trains, the occasional run from a person you think could be a cop and so on. i feel to old for this now. i would get a heart attack. i can't even watch brutal horror flicks anymore. oh well...
a few years ago, we were skating this little plaza until late into the night and got pretty drunk in the process. this cute girl comes up up and starts to hang out with us. i'm already psyched, because she was hot and seemed really smart and we both got along quite well. let me just say her boyfriend later on threatened me with a knife. it was super dark, i didn't hit him with my board, it was like a ten minute standoff, i only saw the knife blink up and didn't really know where to hit so i just kind of used my board as a shield and yelled pretty ridiculuos threats at this guy. someone must have called the cops, as soon as they showed up, the guy and his friends backed off and ran away.
anyone out of hamburg, germany on this board is probably familiar with the flora bowl, a diy bowl behind a squatted house in one of the most popular areas in hamburg. next to the flora there is small park where a lot of drug dealers dwell, especially on the weekends. one night, two of them got into a heavy fight right next to the bowl. i can only imagine they both were on cocaine or something. every sober person would have already passed out. we saw how the one guy beat the other in the face with a brick, each one broke a beer bottle over the other guys head, both seemed to pass out at least twice, then getting back up again and charging again at each other. these guys were going for a kill for sure. not even their friends could hold them back. it all ended with one of them getting stabbed and carried away by an ambulance while the other tried to get away from the cops but supposedly didn't make it and most likely went to the hospital, too. the gnarliest beat up i've ever seen. it was the kind where you feel compelled to yell "stop it!!!" but you just have to accept that you can't prevent these idiots from beating each other to death.
after a night out drinking, some friends and me chose to smoke some weed on our way home and rest at a small plaza. this ragged but good natured looking dude comes up to us, asking for a cig. he then off course smells the weed and doesn't even ask for a drag, just says he loves that smell. we offer him to smoke the rest of it, since we were all good already. he is super grateful and basically tells us where hes at in his life. said he is 28, hiv-positive, just coming back from frankfurt to get his heroin fix, and basically dead, because he also has cancer and has been an alcoholic for the longest time so his liver is fucked too. he said we were the first people in a long time that just treated him like a random dude and how happy it made him. he then burst into tears, saying "thanks for looking out for a dead man" and leaves.