Who said this: I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once, a guy pulled a knife on me......?
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Lol...Comedian Rodney Dangerfield said that one!\n\n\nP.S. Mark790, Rodney died almost two years ago :(
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I was out walking in my neighborhood when I came across a kid who was 1 grade ahead of me. he had what looked like a pellet gun in his hand. we stopped and talked a while and I asked what he was doing in my neighborhood. he told me he just killed a guy, stole his truck, and wrecked it a little down the road. I thought he was just messing with me, blew off his little rant, told him "later" and continued up the street. with my back turned to him I hear him say "Hey Vincenti" (my last name). I turn around and he's pointing his pellet gun at me. I start moving side-to-side but he keeps it on me the entire time. "Knock it off B@#$" I said. then his points his gun in the air and fires. that's when I realize it's a real gun! he looked up at the sky, yelled "I'm crazy!" and continues up the road in the direction he was heading. I ran faster and harder than I ever had in my hole life. on my way to help I see the guys truck he had stolen in a ditch with a window blown out. I stopped and looked inside. it was grusome. I kept on to the nearest house, phoned for police, and my dad came to pick me up. the kid ended up doing about 7 years for involuntary manslaughter. the scariest part? THE CRAZY FUCKER HAD A HEAD FULL OF ACID! he could just as easily killed me if he wanted. then again I've always been lucky like that
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Funny how other people think my neighborhood is the worst of its kind but I do things that would leave me vulnerable to attacks all the time. I never once witnessed an actually safety hazard set in motion. There are gang members for certain in our neighborhood because tagging goes on alot and is such a nuisiance. Our city is starting to develop to a middle class society though, more and more houses are being built and the environment is starting to look cleaner. When I was young however, my city was definitly a "ghetto" if not worse.
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Its about time someone came out and said this K-Dog! I had a severe paper cut the other day and some black guy who said he was shot by another gang member came in and they just took him instead of me! I felt racially profiled and gay at the time! I wanted a bandaid and they gave the chocolate man a free pass just because he was hanging out in the wrong neighborhood! We need a law - First Come, First Serve, Everywhere. I felt like a pussy and gay when all I wanted was Neosporen. That black guy did not even survive! He would have died anyway on the back of the line! Hope this helps pussy!!!!!!!!!!!!
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If caught, that would give the white man a reason to  either beat you to a pulp to remind you where your 'place' was or kill you. Beat you to death, more like it. A young man named Ennis (sorry, can't remember his full name at this moment) came from Chicago to visit family, whistled at a white woman, and a couple of white guys killed him so brutally, that his mother didnot recognized him. did I tell you he was about 13 or so years old? Give or take a couple of years, he was a kid. That's what would have happened if you did that during Jim Crowe's Law.
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"there were two roads in the forest. i chose the one less traveled and that has made all the difference." \n\ni don't exactly remember who said this and the 'exact words' but this is very close. and i think this very well sums up the answer to your question.
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and the correct interpretation of  that line would be  \n\n''I've been made victorious through terror I've been put to by bad bad people like the one who posted this question''\n\n\nthere you go!
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OMG the funny memory this question dragged up!\nThere was this obnoxious guy that kept groping at my ex-bosses grand-daughter in the bar.  He could not take a hint.  Anyways, we were out with some friends of ours, one of whom was an off duty cop.  We escorted the pig and his friend out of the bar and I must have been feeling invincible with my cop friend and swung at the guy hitting him square in the face.  I dont know who was more shocked, me, him or our friends.  Anyways, his friend was dragging him away as my friends were holding me back.  I can't imagine what on earth possessed me to hit the guy (rum maybe???) but I am glad everyone else had enough sense to let it stop there.
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i went through the police academy to prove to someday outrank my dad ta first. But after learning all that my dad really did, I don't know anymore, I like helping others but I watched a friend from another pricinct get shot and I admit I got scared. I was so close. I trust myself and most of those I work with, but things are crazy these days, and thats why I stayed a cop. I don't work street anymore, I work in the training department now. I want to passdown the things I learned so it doesn't happen to others and I don't want my children to grow up in a society without any order. people may not respect us, and they may try to trick us. But if we aren't there and something happens, then they'd be whining about why we weren't there. For now I am a cop because it's in my blood, and I can't live in a society that doesn't try to better itself. My brother I admit went bad, I keep that in mind each time I put my child to bed. I think about how he took the easy way out, but I am glad I arrested him before something serious happened to him. he may hate me, but I did it because I love him and I wanted him to get better, also I told him I have to do it, it's the law, if I didn't it may be someone else and they may get nervous and shoot first... Being a cop, dude, is harder then you think, and even harder to explain in words why we do it. we don't get paid much, and we deal with alot of crap. But just like the other month, I was on the bus, and I met this guy i arrested many years back, I remember checking up on this kid and sorta being a hound back then. I used to just swing by durig my rounds and cruised his local spot, and just kept up with him for awhile while he was on house arrest. He's a lawyer now. He thanked me. I thought he was gonna start something on the bus, but he thanked me... I never expected that... Days like that make me glad I went into this field. But, I still miss the streets, yet I can't handle that. soon after my fellow officer died those years ago I went to the gulf to server in the reserves, and coming back after seeing all that death, i didn't want to see no more... I could deal with training people, and the reports, but until I am ready and confident I won't have flashbacks from the gulf, they won't let me back on the streets. The question you are asking actually comes up alot from new recruits, and I ask them, if you are a recruit, then why are you here? Just as it was complicated for him to answer me, it is so hard for us to answer you. But I am trying as best I can from my own experience.
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It's quote from the film Marathon Man.  Laurence Olivier's character says it as he is about torture Dustin Hoffman's character with a dentist drill.
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Yes, once i was walking with a friend in the city and some random guy grabbed me from behind and said "you bastard!" and as he turned me around, he realised i wasn't the guy he was looking for. He bought me and my friend a doughnut each as an apology.
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where did u get that from...???
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Yes I've been mugged but the mugger lost...hahahahaha.  I was bigger than he was.  Anywho, if someone had a weapon and wanted my money, they can have it...it's only money.
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A jerk leveled a shotgun at a child, and I stepped between the two of them. I was enraged! He told me to move, I would not budge. He lowered the shotgun, and tried to explain his actions to me. I pulled my sidearm out, and called the police. I held the jerk at gunpoint until the police arrived. No charges were filed against me, since I acted in self defense of myself, and the child, my son. I could have died, but I will fight to the very death to defend my family, and friends.
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Actually it's "mean mugging" and I think he's using mugging to mean pulling a face, i.e. looking tough or using other exaggerated facial expressions. That's as opposed to mugging meaning to rob someone.
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Hi Danmarie,\nAbout the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B.\nI began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle.\nOK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn't know his name but everyone called him, "Angel," and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence.\nI finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn't hear of it. He said, "You ain'ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do." If that wasn't enough to persuade me to stay he added, "See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista."\nSo, I told Angel about my sister, how she'd been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, "See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won't be any pain."\nDanmarie, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. As I finished, I told him I only wanted to get out. The chief replied smug and self assured, as he drawled, "Well ok, we'll try to hep ya."\nA few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice that no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of some S.W.A.T. team members scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police entered the street with a posse of cruisers. They drew their service weapons on me as a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, "Angel's gone, the fat guy's gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you're going to join them."\nThe whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,\nYou probably didn't read this far, did you?\n\nBrett
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I've heard something that sounds similar:\n\n" If your only tool is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail " \n\nBut I can't remember who quoted that though.