I mean I brought home a D on a report card once :jecry:. Ya'll got it light in here.
Have you ever legitimately thought you could die in a situation?
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Fat Fred Jones
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As someone who struggled with asthma while growing up, there have been many occasions where I thought it was the end. The most distinctive was in '97 while leaving the Hawks vs. Warriors game. I was just getting over being sick with a bad cold. We had seats near the floor and, me being me, I had to sprint up the stairs to prove I was had fully recovered. Unfortunately, my lungs didn't get the memo. I made it to the top of the stairs and immediately knew something was wrong. I tried the inhaler, but that did nothing. If you've never experienced the complete inability to breath no matter how hard you try to mentally and physically will your lungs to cooperate, it's frustratingly terrifying. In this case, I vividly remember the cold and wet feeling of tears coming out of my eyes and rolling down my face as I pondered giving up just to make the suffering stop, or, if it was the end regardless of how much I wanted to survive. Anyways, I ended up in the back of an amma-lambs and eventually recovered.
Also at 16, I was the passenger in a high speed chase and I don't necessarily think I was as concerned about dying as much as being seriously injured. The car chasing us kept trying the pit maneuver on us and ended up bumping our car straight into one of those green residential power transformers:
As we were going towards it, that's when I started thinking that was it. Fortunately the little car we were in didn't do much to the box. We jumped out and ran through the woods. We got away and I still don't know how. We were only being chased by one car, but the helicopter came around after about 15 minutes in the woods. I took us about an hour to get to another road. I still don't know exactly why we were being chased in the first place because the story my boy gave me didn't add up. I had on my newly-released Columbia 4s and they got messed up running through the woods. Only had those shoes for 1 day.
Also at 16, I was the passenger in a high speed chase and I don't necessarily think I was as concerned about dying as much as being seriously injured. The car chasing us kept trying the pit maneuver on us and ended up bumping our car straight into one of those green residential power transformers:
As we were going towards it, that's when I started thinking that was it. Fortunately the little car we were in didn't do much to the box. We jumped out and ran through the woods. We got away and I still don't know how. We were only being chased by one car, but the helicopter came around after about 15 minutes in the woods. I took us about an hour to get to another road. I still don't know exactly why we were being chased in the first place because the story my boy gave me didn't add up. I had on my newly-released Columbia 4s and they got messed up running through the woods. Only had those shoes for 1 day.
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Thurgood Thurston III
#LLNB #LLLB #E4R x 2 🖤🖤🖤🆚🌀🌀
I was walking home from school one day in like 12th grade. I seen my bro on the ave and we walked to our block.
We ended up getting into a brawl with two nikkas, one of which he knocked out the previous day.
After getting their ass whooped one of the dudes starts screaming some shyt while backing away.
He pulls out a long ass gun and starts shooting directly at us--like 3 or 4 shots. My bro is in the middle of the fukking road looking for his hat. He didn't even flinch.
I didn't flinch either. I was just trying to get my bro to hurry up. I swear a bullet flew right past my head. No one got hit, thankfully.
This shyt was broad daylight on a busy street with a whole bunch of little kids getting out of school smh.
We ended up getting into a brawl with two nikkas, one of which he knocked out the previous day.
After getting their ass whooped one of the dudes starts screaming some shyt while backing away.
He pulls out a long ass gun and starts shooting directly at us--like 3 or 4 shots. My bro is in the middle of the fukking road looking for his hat. He didn't even flinch.
I didn't flinch either. I was just trying to get my bro to hurry up. I swear a bullet flew right past my head. No one got hit, thankfully.
This shyt was broad daylight on a busy street with a whole bunch of little kids getting out of school smh.
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1. almost drowned in Miami in the ocean.
2. almost crashed my car at HIGH speed twice. (Almost killed someone too - walking on the freeway in Ethiopia in the dark at night).
3. troublesome flight USA to UK
4. someone hit me in the head with a hammer - (EDIT: and I didn't go down. that is partially why these knock-out videos amaze me).
still alive though
2. almost crashed my car at HIGH speed twice. (Almost killed someone too - walking on the freeway in Ethiopia in the dark at night).
3. troublesome flight USA to UK
4. someone hit me in the head with a hammer - (EDIT: and I didn't go down. that is partially why these knock-out videos amaze me).
still alive though
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DuncanWebayama
webayama 7'5" hall of fame loc
This white super gangster career felon tattoo artist was tattooin my boy while my cousin and i was playin 2k. The criminal was like "yo yall seen my girl?" cuz he brought her too the house. She look like the chick off of the jamie fox show, forget her name. Anyway, my boy brother took her to his crib which was like 7 houses over and was bangin her. The guy gettin the tattoo kept tryna stall cuz everyone knew what was goin on and complained that the outline of his tattoo was crooked and he wanted a re-stencil. Boooooy, white boy got heated didn't have it.
He got heated cuz she wasn't pickin up his calls and no one knew where she and my boy brother was at. Son ran through the house without askin, and rummaged through every room, thank god he they wasn't in the room fukkin. He grabbed the strap and pulled out on the dude he was tattooing like, "where the fukkkkkk is my bieaaaaatch", I don't know how my boy did it, or what he told him, but he convinced him that they was at the trap house gettin weed for us.
The white guy look outside like, "aiight lets go, who car is that",
I was like "I don't know?" even though i had a beat up pontiac i earned workin 8 hour shifts at a grocery store.
my cousin dumbass told him it was my car right after, like right at the same time I said I don't know. I was like "this nikka finna kill us".
Anyway, my cousin textin the other dude brother like, bruh hurry up and start walkin down the street, he sense something is wrong.
We get out the house, I start driving with the white dude talkin bout how he gonna kill the bytch and the strap on his lap, I was thinkin of swervin in a lake on the way, so I rolled my window down, but dude made me roll my chit back up cuz it was too cold for him or some chit.
Anyway, ol' boy ain't get out the house, and the tattoo artist strap up, cock back like aiight, Ima kill bof them nikkas then come back. We was all tryna stall him from goin in the house (it wasn't the trap, it was the brothers house)...
Anyway, you can feel the heat comin off the white dude at this time, face all red, Im thinkin of ways to disarm the nikka or drive off soon after he step 1 foot out hte car at the right time, so I can make him flip while he gettin out...
*bring bring*
incoming call
it's the dude brother like where yall at im at the house, we got the weed
His "shyt bout to go down" senses went off, he ran out hte back door of the house we was at with the girl, and went back to the crib we was just at.
White boy saw the text and told me to huryy my ass back to the crib. We pull up, son just start pistol whippin the bych
and leave.
We all startin fightin after dude left i'm talkin scrappin scrappin, ain't talk to each other for bout a week.
He got heated cuz she wasn't pickin up his calls and no one knew where she and my boy brother was at. Son ran through the house without askin, and rummaged through every room, thank god he they wasn't in the room fukkin. He grabbed the strap and pulled out on the dude he was tattooing like, "where the fukkkkkk is my bieaaaaatch", I don't know how my boy did it, or what he told him, but he convinced him that they was at the trap house gettin weed for us.
The white guy look outside like, "aiight lets go, who car is that",
I was like "I don't know?" even though i had a beat up pontiac i earned workin 8 hour shifts at a grocery store.
my cousin dumbass told him it was my car right after, like right at the same time I said I don't know. I was like "this nikka finna kill us".
Anyway, my cousin textin the other dude brother like, bruh hurry up and start walkin down the street, he sense something is wrong.
We get out the house, I start driving with the white dude talkin bout how he gonna kill the bytch and the strap on his lap, I was thinkin of swervin in a lake on the way, so I rolled my window down, but dude made me roll my chit back up cuz it was too cold for him or some chit.
Anyway, ol' boy ain't get out the house, and the tattoo artist strap up, cock back like aiight, Ima kill bof them nikkas then come back. We was all tryna stall him from goin in the house (it wasn't the trap, it was the brothers house)...
Anyway, you can feel the heat comin off the white dude at this time, face all red, Im thinkin of ways to disarm the nikka or drive off soon after he step 1 foot out hte car at the right time, so I can make him flip while he gettin out...
*bring bring*
incoming call
it's the dude brother like where yall at im at the house, we got the weed
His "shyt bout to go down" senses went off, he ran out hte back door of the house we was at with the girl, and went back to the crib we was just at.
White boy saw the text and told me to huryy my ass back to the crib. We pull up, son just start pistol whippin the bych
and leave.We all startin fightin after dude left i'm talkin scrappin scrappin, ain't talk to each other for bout a week.
Amsterdayumn
$outhern Smok€
When i was in college I was a delivery man transporting crates and pallets of ice to various grocery stores .. restaurants and bars
Anyway just left the warehouse to make a delivery in Statesboro Georgia...
Was making a sharp curve on a exit to 1 16 after making a stop in Millen Georgia
As I turned the whole truck was just tipping on two tires.....
It did it for like 2 minutes I thought for sure we was gonna tipnover ....
It did land on all 4 tires ...
Go back to check the load to see what fell over
Come to find out the jackazzes at the Warehouse loaded 90% of the ice bag pallets on one side of the truck ..causing an imbalance
Smh
Anyway just left the warehouse to make a delivery in Statesboro Georgia...
Was making a sharp curve on a exit to 1 16 after making a stop in Millen Georgia
As I turned the whole truck was just tipping on two tires.....
It did it for like 2 minutes I thought for sure we was gonna tipnover ....
It did land on all 4 tires ...
Go back to check the load to see what fell over
Come to find out the jackazzes at the Warehouse loaded 90% of the ice bag pallets on one side of the truck ..causing an imbalance
Smh
