last summer like a dumb ass I rode this electric scooter through detroit. WTF was I thinking? Mufuckers love cool shit and I think that is why I rode through the hoods on it. The excitement of all them on the porches yelling out at me "nigga let me ride that shit!" and i keep going through the crack hoods hahah.
It was fun until I hit the wrong fucking block.
A big dope block with houses stacked with cars waiting in line. I was like uh oh. My gut said turn around but nope. I had to take the fucking risk and see if i could live through it to the other side of the traffic.
and no I got stopped by 8 dudes running out of nowhere. Hey cracker!!
They thought I was there for dope. Hell no. I guess it was something cracked out I was doing. Who the fuck just rides through like that? haha.
long story short... i had no weapon with me. no phone. I was going to live or die basicly. And make it out of there with my scooter. lol
While surrounded one dude says.. "let my nigga ride your shit."
"nope"
Now they are getting frisky.
He asks again. And once again. Each time I am thinking of my out. To hurt someone and make my get away.
Yeah well next thing you know someone clocks me in the back of my neck. Bad spot to get suckered by some 300 pound dude.
CLUNK! instantly see stars a bit and blurry vision, sudden impact to make a mufucker pass out unwillingly. But i just got aggressive jumped off the scooter said "what the fuck is wrong with you? god damnit!" starting acting a lil crazy and said "go ahead and ride my shit" then stepped away from the pack and sat on their fucking porch.
like a fuck head.
Good thing I didn't have a gun then cuz it was not a good moment. I wanted their blood.
So while in a half second as I just sat on the porch I think to myself muscle is not. Going to help this escape. Smarts only.
That is when I noticed some beat up hummer golf cart in the driveway across the street dudes were coming out of the house dealing. I said that is it!
So meanwhile the fattest fucker is riding my shit. Laughing it up. "hell yeah nigga!! woo hoo!!"
ok ok.
So then I yell at the dude that was seemingly in charge of them all.
Told his ass to come here. He and two others walk up on me.
I said what about that golf cart over there? How come you would rather drive my shit scooter and not that? WTF? blah blah dude says it wont run. I can get that shit running right now. I told him.
He's like yeah ok.
I said watch this shit. As we walked across the street. Getting closer I realized I put my foot in my mouth. The thing was beat up bad and run to the ground. The gas engine was flooded with oil out the top like holy shit.
I ask for a battery charger and a battery.
he sends someone off to get it. Meantime fatboy still riding in circles jockin the scooter weaving in and between the traffic.
I had a loose chain because I would swap the motor sprocket. That day I had the smaller torque sprocket on incase I did get stopped. But I did not account for more than three people stopping me. So i was stuck.
If i put from the 11 tooth sprocket to 22 teeth I would get 50mph on that fucking scooter man. No engine noise.
anyways.. i had the smaller sprocket on.. and chain was loose.
I knew with that fat guy on there hitting the throttle like he was. The chain at any moment is going to pop. And I knew.. they would cry and have me fix it or something of the sort.
Sure enough.. while this other kid brings a battery. The moment there at the shitty golf cart was killed.
Fat boy was bitching.. hey cracker! this shit is a piece of shit!
and throws it down on the ground in the middle of the street pissed he can't ride no more. His boys are laughing at his fat ass talking shit... I said to myself.. fuck this is my out!
So i yelled at him along with the others acting like we are all cool n shit.
I said let me fix that shit god damn!
I pick it up. act like im doing something while sitting on the seat and leaning over at the sprocket. They were all scattered the homies that is.. and all are coming closer from all directions. Im like oooohhhh shit . I gotta bust.. So i start walking it a bit acting like im pissed and upset that its broke.. my finger guiding the chain over the sprocket...tooth 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 halfway there! then I hit the throttle full open with my finger almost getting caught in the sprocket and vrooooooo I was moving at 20mph in half a second haha.
They start running after me. Yelling shit at me. I stand up and yell terrible shit back saying im coming back for vegence mufuckers all you die tonight!! type shit.
I got out of there thank god!
Never again!! haha wtf was I thinking?
Needless to say. Big dude had clocked me good in the back of the head. I had a serious concussion type feeling the rest of that day and a crunching pain in my spine in the neck and a serious headache. But damn i made it outta there with just that I was happy.
I went to watch the races not too long ago. I usually have no problems there or downtown. But I am very aware that there is no fucking law in detroit.
and 70 percent of murders are not solved. With that always in my mind I am cautious as fuck.
that movie kick ass.. is my movie i swear hahah.
I want to be vigilante of the decade always.
LIke i have some army or shit with me. And no. Its just me and my crazy personality. haha.

damn that was long.