So the first two events happened when I was 17.. this was a couple years later.. so I’m like 19 at this time and Me and one of my oldest friends
had just been ripped off for 200$ on a not so legal deal.
We had gone through someone we knew and had done buisness with before, so he had a pretty solid reputation. However this time he actually acted as a
middle man... and what do you know but it turned out to be fake..
Me and my best friend we’re kinda flabbergasted..
It just didn’t make sense for him to have ripped us off on the 4th time doing buisness with him.. espeacially when the money hadn’t changed.
All 4 Times were the exact same order.. it wasn’t like we had been dealing with way more money that round..
So I had a suspicion that he might have gotten screwed over to in the deal as well.
I call him up and tell him the situation, and He confirms it wasn’t him , but the middle man.
Now in that situation, there is really only one good answer that clears my normal guy of all wrong doing.. and that’s :
“It wasn’t me , but I know where he is at. Let’s go get him!”
At that point me and you are cool.. and it is all on the middleman..
However that’s not what he said.. instead he said some obvious BS playoff story about how he had gotten into it with someone else and likely killed
himself.... yup he literally told me he had committed suicide..
So now I’m pissed.. he is romantically talking to one of my EXTREMELY close female friends . So I get her to set him up by driving down to the local
bar In my home town that weekend.
See this guy lived in Jackson, ms and I had lived in Vicksburg, ms my whole life up to then.
So the bar she asked him to come to was firmly in my territory.. I knew EVERYONE there and had literally DOZENS of peopke willing to fight for me in
So he comes down that Saturday and me and a few friends beat him senseless.. physically he just ended up covered In Bruises, but during the beating
he lost a shoe, his car keys, and 300$ I took off of him. To make matters worse he was forced to bust out his own car window when he couldn’t find
his keys AND face the fact that the girl he was talking to was far more loyal to me than she EVER was to him.
No broken bones or anything, but obviously he had a very bad night..
Well the next day he calls me up angry, and apologizes for the lying to me about his middle mans suicide, he claimed the guys a nut job and he
didn’t want to have to deal with being caught between me and a crazy person over a deal he really didn’t have a big stake in..
I tell him that he owed me the 200$ And the beating, but because I was a self righteous little bastard in my youth , I agree to give him back the
extra 100$ I had taken..
I decide im gonna run up to Clinton, MS on my lunch break to the GNC he works at and return the extra $100.
It’s about a 40 min drive from Vicksburg to Clinton and about half way he starts blowing my pager up “911, 911”.. I’m only about 20 min away
so decide not to stop and find a pay phone and just go straight there.
I enter the GNC and start walking to the counter where this guy is stationed and I am just about there when I here the door buzzer beep.
I instinctively turn and look. In walks a red headed guy who looks vaugly familiar. He is about my size (150lbs 5’8) and walks straight tward the
With my back turned to him the guy I’m there to meet says “that’s him!” And to this day I don’t know weather he was telling me “that’s
the guy who ripped you off!” or telling the redhead “that’s the guy who beat me up last night!”
Well the red head comes straight at me , grabs me by the kneck and with one hand trys to choke me out...
Well FYI someone who is 5’8 and 150lbs cannot one handed choke someone out ! Lol
I act fast and with my left hand grab the front of his shirt and twist it pulling him to me, crouch my head down below my right shoulder and just
start unloading with my right..
I keep him stationary with my left and just start swinging as hard and fast as I can. My first shot, and every single shot afterward hits him directly
on the cornor of his left eyebrow.
He starts swinging back, but every time he swings I’m ducking behind my right shoulder and every time I swing I hit hard ..all within the same 2
inch radious right above his left eye.
After about the first 2-3 shots his eyebrow starts to split and the split just gets worse and worse after every shot.
I don’t know how many punches he took in that same spot, but by the end he had a nasty gash that went from his lower forehead to the corner of his
left eyeball and blood is covering his face and my arm.
We knock over about 3 dusplays in our tussle as the guy behind the counter behind begging us to go out side.
I don’t remember how we separated, but we end up out front of the store.
The redhead says something like ..
“Why did you hit me?!?! I just wanted to talk!”
To which I reply “you tried to choke me!”
Not exactly Hollywood worthy dialogue, but hey spur of the moment and all!
At this point I’m feeling bullproof cause I just permently scared this guy in a 1 on 1 fight and didn’t even take a single shot myself.
He says he wants to talk and signals for us to step into the parking lot next to my car..
He tells me to get in my car so we can talk, and I refuse, hitting the button on my alarm to accentuate the point. Then tell him he can talk to me
That’s when he reached in his front pocket and pulled out , yet another snub nosed revolver..
(all 3 Times I have been robbed it was a snub nosed revolver lol)
He says :
“Well I don’t bleed for free...”
And demands whatever cash I have, And by the luck of the Irish the only cash I have on me is the 100$ I was already about to return to the guy we had
beaten up the night before..
When I got back in the car I was shaking and my fist and sleeve were just covered in blood.
I still to this day wonder if he kills me for the beating I had just given him if I had let us “talk “ in my car rather than in the middle of the
parking lot where everyone could see.
When I told my friends what happened they were FURIOUS!!
I had 2 dozen people who would have fought beside me.. and that’s even if they all knew we were gonna lose.. what the hell was I thinking going up
But all was well that ended well and I promise you that shady redhead still remembers me every time he looks I the mirror, because the split above his
eye is still the worst i have ever seen to this day.
There are the stories of the 3 Times I was robbed at gunpoint.. sadly this is the only one where I play tough guy at all.
edit on 12-11-2017 by JoshuaCox because: (no reason given)