a reply to: Tindalos2013
I have a cursed icp necklace.
And honestly I say cursed because of my own experiences wearing it.
I don't know much about it's history other than it was sitting in a hot topic at my local mall for god knows how long. They were originally produced
back in the early 2000's. I remember wanting one but never had enough cash as a kid. I only remember the lady telling me that they have been holding
onto them for a long time. In fact they were the last few remaining in the store.
I bought it back in late 2014.
The lady at the store was trying to get rid of them. And where they sat in the display was actually a hidden one. Since icp gear is considered to be
gang paraphernalia, she couldn't have them on display. None of their shirts were displayed either.
So I bought it with another icp necklace.
I began wearing it immediately. I walked back to my motorcycle and started riding home. I noticed that the people on the roads suddenly became
ignorant of me. I was almost invisible to them now. Mind you I drive defensively. I never speed.
About a week goes by and everyone at my job hated me. They nit picked me on everything. I was working as a janitor for the same mall. I had my
necklace underneath my shirt. They said I wasn't doing anything as their supervisor.... the company also had its contract ended so we were scooped up
by a new company. I was promoted because the head hancho saw my efforts.
Anyway the first major thing that happened was my motorcycle accident. I didn't hit anyone. My bike blew a head gasket. I just had its oil changed.
The back tire locked causing me to skid a few hundred feet into an intersection. The clutch didn't work. So I rode out the skid and I flew top side
over my bike about 50 feet after the intersection. I had my necklace on.
I only suffered some scrapes on my knees and my bike was totalled. I was on my way to work as well. Three days later I got a used cruiser and drove it
home. Not even 3 days later I was coming up to an intersection after work. It is 1 am. A semi truck from the right blew through a completely red
light. I began to stop. And I guess I hit the brakes too hard but all I remember was seeing the asphalt hit my glasses as I smacked into the ground.
My right leg and right arm got pinned between the bike and the asphalt. I skid a good 45, maybe 50 feet to a stop.
Still concious I picked up my now busted cruiser, bleeding from the nose, drove about a half mile before my body realized the trauma I was just put
through. I called for help and was sent to a trauma center. I was drug tested twice because the cop didn't believe me. But my bal was 0.0000 after two
scrutinized blood tests at the hospital.
I missed maybe 1 day of work and soon after, still wearing this necklace, I knocked down a sign at work with a *ING duster.
After losing my job I became homeless 2 months later, while working for a temp agency. I had already stopped wearing the necklace and put it inside of
a box with the two keys that damn necklace took from me.
I still own it but I never wear it. It stays inside that little brown box along with my bloodied glove, my cracked lenses, and my titles to the
I had a picture taken of me in the ambulance. I sent it to my mom... don't know if I still have a copy of it. But * that necklace. I swear it is