I would like to hear this story
So some time ago, I lived in this small town, mostly white. I lived there because my work took me there. I had a neighbor, lets call him Dan, who lived with his wife, Cindy. He was virulently racist so I avoided him and his wife who I assumed was just as racist. He damn near would not be outside if I was outside and so on. In any case, when I first moved there, I persuaded the homeowners association to get cameras because someone had illegally dumping trash near our trash area and had been vandalizing the mailboxes. Oddly, the people there had been against it at first, but the heads of the homeowners association convinced them to go along with the idea. Dan, interestingly, was still very much against it. In any case, they put the cameras in. Around this time I was fukking some girl, lets call her Becky. She had gotten out of a relationship with some hispanic guy, lets call him Ernesto. She would come to my place, fukk, hang around for a bit and take off. I would never go to her place because, honestly, I felt she was a little sketchy and the area she lived in would make any self-respecting black man nervous (confederate flags as far as the eye can see). But that ass was calling to me. C A L L I N G to me. I didn't mind because it wasn't that serious and because I was trying to holler at some other girl and be serious with that one. A few days later, Becky had just come to see me. I went outside to get something from my car. Dan comes storming out of his house, redder than a tomato, redder than Brother Love, hollering. I mean H O L L E R I N G at me.
Dan: "You stupid n***er! What are you doing with my woman!"
Me: "The fukk you on about? Did you just call me a n***er! Get off my property!"
Dan: "No! You fukking my woman you [insert racist shyt here]!"
Me: "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never been near your wife. Get off my fukking property!"
*At this point, I'm going back to my car to get my gun in case anything gets crazy. I'm contemplating hitting him but I'm not certain if he has a gun on him and can think this is the only reason why this fukker would be so bold to come at me like he did. At this point Becky comes out to see what all the commotion is about and suddenly,
Becky: "Dan? What the fukk are you doing here?"
Dan: "What are you doing fukking this n***er!"
Me: (I'm actually heated now) "ENOUGH, fukk your racist ass. Get off my lawn.
Becky: (realizing I'm about to put Dan down). "Hold on! Me and Dan have been having an affair."
Me: (At this point, I had figured she was fukking Ernesto still which is why did not give her any serious consideration, never bought her anything and only gave her my dikk, so the only thing I could do was "
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At this point it was clear, Becky was Dan's sidepiece and my fukktoy/sidepiece. And somehow she was still fukking Ernesto. The bytch's p*ssy was a verifiable United Nations assemblage. In any case, Dan, still heated, tried to call me the n-word again at which point, annoyed, I spat at him. He took considerable offense to having a black man spit in his general direction, swung at me, and I kicked his ass. All the while Becky is screaming for me to stop. Cindy, Dan's overgrown wife, comes home, sees me kicking Dan's ass (he was pretty much out cold after the first hit but I wanted to get my hits in) comes rumbling at me, yelling all kinds of bullshyt. Neighbors had already came out and called the police I assume because I hear the police roll up and then they drag me off near their car. Since the one that arrived knew me, they didn't put cuffs on me but had me sit in the car to keep us all separated. I told them about the cameras and so they checked, found that Dan had started it and so they let me go. Dan's wife found out about the affair. The people in general are gossipers and thus the story spread, with Becky's shyt getting put out there and so on. Ernesto would later show up at my job, pissed as fukk and get himself arrested for trying to fight me all the while yelling obscenities in spanish I had never heard of but I got the gist of it, all
I'm sure. Dan and his wife would later divorce and first he moved out (she was the breadwinner) and later she would move out. It would also come out that Dan was letting his extended family dump near the premise and got caught after moving out dumping trash himself. I think he got a citation and never showed up again. I would later move out of that place due to finding an even better job.
So yeah, camera saved my life.
I be too scared to pull a wedgie
