Philly brehs...Cmon man

[little4209]

Thank God I just got a new car last week, after being on Septa for a few months... Bul really tried to talk his way out of it though...He should've just gotten off

 

[Vandelay]

where?

There have been quite a few people that jumped in front of the EL. I remember going to high school, 10th or 11th grade and someone jumped in front of it...and people were more mad that they were gonna be late for work than someone just dying. It happens so often, not everyone is successful. Not too long ago someone tried to kill their self and failed.

I'm on my phone but I'll post examples.

Naw breh, you can't be saying statements like that, without giving us one story at least.


Where you on the Septa bus that got blasted by machine gun a couple of years?
I live in South Jersey but I hear all the wild tales.

I always manage to observe and occasionally get myself in crazy shyt...I'll post one of my own incidents shortly.

 

[The ADD]

He should've just gotten off

He was trying

 

[Primordial]

I gotta stories for days about Septa. Fights, accidents, suicides, bomb threats, robberies, people getting limbs chopped off at the stations...I'm not surprised at all.

The homeless cats and after school kids on Septa are the worst.

those lil hooligans always starting sum shyt........if u come up market from center city u can literally see them just waiting at the stop to on sum

.....the fukkery nikkas see on a daily basis on the SEPTA is unmatched in the northeast

 

[Vandelay]

those lil hooligans always starting sum shyt........if u come up market from center city u can literally see them just waiting at the stop to on sum

.....the fukkery nikkas see on a daily basis on the SEPTA is unmatched in the northeast

Funniest thing is kids, punching someone as they get off the train right before the doors close.

where?

Last train out: The puzzle and the pain of suicide by rail - Philly.com

 

[Vandelay]

Naw breh, you can't be saying statements like that, without giving us one story at least.


Where you on the Septa bus that got blasted by machine gun a couple of years?
I live in South Jersey but I hear all the wild tales.

This story will probably have you a lil'


I was 19, Sophomore in College...so I had no business getting into the shyt that happened. I worked a 5-10 part time gig, and it was the last day of the semester for the fall. I stayed on campus and I had to run to my dorm to grab some things before they locked the doors for a month. At the time, I was trying to make beats and shyt and I had my drum machine in the dorm. No car, so I was stuck on Septa...fukkery tends to ensue before school, after school, and right before the subway lines shut down for the night. Of course, I was on the train for the latter.

So its approximately 11pm, and I knew I had a hella long wait for the trains at that hour so I grabbed some Wendy's at the Broad and Cecil B Moore stop. Train comes, and i get on. I decide to only snack on the fries because I am about to get off at city hall, and catch the trolley back up west Philly. I'm on the last car, theres about 10 people on the car, couple kids, couple adults...and this cat in the back who looked zooted...I paid him no mind. I probably should have continued to do that...

I'm still snacking on my fries, approximately 1 stop later, he gets up and walks over to me...and mumbles some shyt. I'm like what you say potna...he mumbles it again...so being from the hood you learn to evaluate the threat level of a situation kind quick...i paid him no mind still. He got bold then...he straight said to me..."you a bytch, and im gonna beat you the fukk up..."



I said go ahead wit that BS...and kept eating my fries...



he's says it again, only this time louder..."you a bytch, and i'm gonna beat you the fukk up..."



About a minute of this back and forth banter goes on, and im telling him to


So he got real and started coming closer and his fist was balled up.


Typically, I got a fairly docile/passive personality and I can shrug a lot of subliminal shyt off...but if you come right at my head, I never back down. So, I'm not gonna let him hit me, I hit him first...he flew into the subway doors and I'm going at him with a couple of punches...I don't know if he thought he was just out to punk me or what, because apparently he didn't expect it. So I hit him a few more times before he got his bearings. He was taller than me, but skinnier. He got a few good licks off on me. The train is in motion, he hit me one good time, and I flew back on to the seats


...he stood over me and start wailing on me, then fell on top of me...so because he's closer I got a bunch of good hits in on his head...

This is where it gets a lil' if it hasn't already...

I guess he sensed he was losing despite being on top of me...rather than try to get up and regroup, run, just plain get the fukk away...homie, bit my fukking jaw...he bit my FUKKING JAWWWWWWW


Not just bit...this nikka tried to chew on my skin as he did it...

So...sidebar...I just saw Gangs of New York...and the beginning fight scene...one of the Irish cats put his fingers in someone's mouth and started to rip his jaw off...

That flashed in my head as he bit me...


I blacked the fukk out...



Don't really know what happened next...I just know a couple of people had to pull me off of him because I was on the verge of making pass out because of the hold I had him in...

At this point I wasn't even really coherent...I'm just grunting and shyt...

The train is at city hall, and someone I guess pulled one of those alarms and stopped the train.

There were some kids on the train that came over to me, about 14-15 that kept egging me on to fukk him up some more...I almost swung on one of the kids, on some "get the fukk outta my face" shyt.


So the train is stopped, and I'm slowly coming to my senses...I started to dart off...and realized I left my drum machine and food on the train...

I grabbed both and tried to run back off the train. Don't you know my Wendy's bag ripped and all my food fell on the train floor. I tried to grab my burger because it was still in the wrapper. Don't you know...the burger wrapper unraveled from my burger and hit the ground. I was FUKKKING DONE!!


I walked up the trolley steps and literally was just pacing back and forth talking to myself and grunting...I legit had people moving away from me and looking at me like I was one of the crazy people you observe on the train!!


I'm telling you, being in Philly, I have a lot of crazy ass stories man...not even just SEPTA shyt...but some really crazy fukking stories. I ask myself how I'm alive or not locked up with some of the shyt I got into in my late teens early 20's.

 

[ALWTHEGOGETTA]

That urge must have been too strong for him to wait until he got home to handle his business. He was like.

 

[pickles]

This story will probably have you a lil'


I was 19, Sophomore in College...so I had no business getting into the shyt that happened. I worked a 5-10 part time gig, and it was the last day of the semester for the fall. I stayed on campus and I had to run to my dorm to grab some things before they locked the doors for a month. At the time, I was trying to make beats and shyt and I had my drum machine in the dorm. No car, so I was stuck on Septa...fukkery tends to ensue before school, after school, and right before the subway lines shut down for the night. Of course, I was on the train for the latter.

So its approximately 11pm, and I knew I had a hella long wait for the trains at that hour so I grabbed some Wendy's at the Broad and Cecil B Moore stop. Train comes, and i get on. I decide to only snack on the fries because I am about to get off at city hall, and catch the trolley back up west Philly. I'm on the last car, theres about 10 people on the car, couple kids, couple adults...and this cat in the back who looked zooted...I paid him no mind. I probably should have continued to do that...

I'm still snacking on my fries, approximately 1 stop later, he gets up and walks over to me...and mumbles some shyt. I'm like what you say potna...he mumbles it again...so being from the hood you learn to evaluate the threat level of a situation kind quick...i paid him no mind still. He got bold then...he straight said to me..."you a bytch, and im gonna beat you the fukk up..."



I said go ahead wit that BS...and kept eating my fries...



he's says it again, only this time louder..."you a bytch, and i'm gonna beat you the fukk up..."



About a minute of this back and forth banter goes on, and im telling him to


So he got real and started coming closer and his fist was balled up.


Typically, I got a fairly docile/passive personality and I can shrug a lot of subliminal shyt off...but if you come right at my head, I never back down. So, I'm not gonna let him hit me, I hit him first...he flew into the subway doors and I'm going at him with a couple of punches...I don't know if he thought he was just out to punk me or what, because apparently he didn't expect it. So I hit him a few more times before he got his bearings. He was taller than me, but skinnier. He got a few good licks off on me. The train is in motion, he hit me one good time, and I flew back on to the seats


...he stood over me and start wailing on me, then fell on top of me...so because he's closer I got a bunch of good hits in on his head...

This is where it gets a lil' if it hasn't already...

I guess he sensed he was losing despite being on top of me...rather than try to get up and regroup, run, just plain get the fukk away...homie, bit my fukking jaw...he bit my FUKKING JAWWWWWWW


Not just bit...this nikka tried to chew on my skin as he did it...

So...sidebar...I just saw Gangs of New York...and the beginning fight scene...one of the Irish cats put his fingers in someone's mouth and started to rip his jaw off...

That flashed in my head as he bit me...


I blacked the fukk out...



Don't really know what happened next...I just know a couple of people had to pull me off of him because I was on the verge of making pass out because of the hold I had him in...

At this point I wasn't even really coherent...I'm just grunting and shyt...

The train is at city hall, and someone I guess pulled one of those alarms and stopped the train.

There were some kids on the train that came over to me, about 14-15 that kept egging me on to fukk him up some more...I almost swung on one of the kids, on some "get the fukk outta my face" shyt.


So the train is stopped, and I'm slowly coming to my senses...I started to dart off...and realized I left my drum machine and food on the train...

I grabbed both and tried to run back off the train. Don't you know my Wendy's bag ripped and all my food fell on the train floor. I tried to grab my burger because it was still in the wrapper. Don't you know...the burger wrapper unraveled from my burger and hit the ground. I was FUKKKING DONE!!


I walked up the trolley steps and literally was just pacing back and forth talking to myself and grunting...I legit had people moving away from me and looking at me like I was one of the crazy people you observe on the train!!


I'm telling you, being in Philly, I have a lot of crazy ass stories man...not even just SEPTA shyt...but some really crazy fukking stories. I ask myself how I'm alive or not locked up with some of the shyt I got into in my late teens early 20's.

at your story breh. Repping you for it.

What other crazy stories you got? I am thinking of moving to Philly. Is this a good idea or nah?

I will probably have to use public transport even though I have a car.

 

[Vandelay]

at your story breh. Repping you for it.

What other crazy stories you got? I am thinking of moving to Philly. Is this a good idea or nah?

I will probably have to use public transport even though I have a car.

On SEPTA or otherwise...

The other shyt on SEPTA is tame by comparison, or maybe just because it happened to me lol. People break dancing on the tracks, playing chicken with the train...homeless cats giving sermons on the train...

Philly is not a bad city, its just hood/real as shyt...people tell you what they think they don't sugar coat it, and that's not just black folks, but the italians in south philly, the ricans in kensington, the russians out northeast, the Jamaicans in g-town...

I honestly don't mind the train...If I didn't work in Jersey, or if my gig was closer to the bridge I'd still take the train.

As far as if you want to move here, you have to ask yourself what you want...there's some good opportunity, good schools, but it all comes down to what you want.

Personally, I want to move...I passed on some opportunities when I graduated and now I'm just ready for something new before I really get locked down with a wife or kids...