I woke up Thursday feeling wonderful! Before finding out SR went down of course. I go about my usual routine of brewing coffee and loading up my desktop before enjoying that heavenly morning cigarette. There I am at the computer chair feeling invincible. You know, that time in the morning where you think "I'm going to concur the day!" Little did I know after checking on the status of my order placed that that feeling would soon fade away. I refresh, refresh then refresh some more... The seizure letter! Can this be? Again?
As I battle to come to the realization that I will not be getting my order. The day seems to be spiraling down a black hole rather quickly. I can't do this all morning I have to adjust myself and carry on with it and head to work. My head all day pondering questions of what happened, thinking of the stress all these strangers must be going through. Work is over... I needed my order for Tuesday and was not able to see if shipped after purchased Wednesday evening.
Now, I don't know if every city is like this but in mine there are certain places everyone knows you can go to and perhaps "score" certain things. This idea of me going to this area had stuck with me all afternoon. But what could I do? I cannot place orders online anymore at least not for a while. I need my order for Tuesday. Having spent what I was financially able to on BTC for my SR purchase I cannot afford my full amount. I borrow money from my brother. I am now on the bus headed downtown blindly into a neighborhood I have never been to. The area has a lot of history of crime and criminal activity. This did not deter me. I have seen a couple episodes of "The Wire" so I figured I could spot a dealer a mile away.
I have seen a couple episodes of "The Wire" so I figured I could spot a dealer a mile away. I leave the bus and begin walking down the street. It's not very clean and a fricken cardboard box blew into my leg I nearly jumped three feet in the air! There are people around not walking through but it was like the street was their own little village, it is kind of fascinating. None looked happy just sad people you feel bad for. I am having second thoughts of my adventure. That is until about two blocks up I see two guys about my height and weight with nicer clothes than most people have on in the street. I approach them...
What the hell am I doing? The question repeated in my head as I approach. They see me, we make eye contact! I'm nervous and this is crazy of me. It's like a 20 second standoff, a weird position to have to be in. I somehow get the courage to ask them... Oh my god! They said they have some. I am excited. They inform me to follow, so I do. It's about 15 feet away we reach two garbage cans. The one tells me to stand next to him looking away from what the other is doing. The person behind us says done and the person I'm standing beside tells me to walk with him across the street. We reach the other side and then the other comes right after. He hands me the item and they both walk away.
Excited about my purchase but knowing the quality is not there I do not bother looking at it. I just need to leave this area and get home. I reach the bus stop back down two blocks and see the schedule that it will not arrive for another 10 minutes so now I have to wait. As I am waiting two people show up and stand as if they are waiting for the bus. About 2 minutes pass when one turns and ask how I am doing. I say "I am fine, you?" He says "Good" this is where it turns for the worse. He asks "What were you doing over there" I am really anxious at this point that I am almost sweating. I say "I met a friend." They both laugh... The one person says "give it to us and you can go" I tell them "I am confused what do you mean?" He grabs me by the collar of my shirt the other grabs the inside of my pocket with his four fingers and pulls me towards him "Give us the shit" I am not a fighter nor one to look for fights. I am very scared at this moment as these two people are very aggressive. I push the persons arm off my collar and try to turn and run but with the other persons hand half in my pocket he grasps at it and ripped my pocket as I fell to the ground. They begin to kick me in the head and ribs as I curl in a ball. I can hear them. "You should have gave up your shit" "Are you trying to die today?" "Stupid mother fucker!" I'm in a daze and not sure what's going on. I can feel them going through my pockets of my pants and jacket. They run off... I am left there hurting. Where are the people of the village to help? I see people just starring not approaching, doing nothing. The bus pulls up...
He hops out to see if I'm ok, I'm still in a daze and I recall saying "yes" as he was on the phone with emergency. He stayed with me until the ambulance arrived. I am fully coherent now but in pain on my way to the hospital. This Friday evening I was discharged from the hospital about 3 hours ago and I have a broken rib, minor cuts and bruises but I am safe and at home and that is all that counts.
I learned a lesson today, I will never purchase from a street vendor again. I don't mean this to complain because I know a lot of others have lost a lot to. This Thursday and Friday I lost faith in strangers, a rib, money twice, a day pay I should have been to work Friday, my job possibly, a little bit of my brothers respect because I cannot pay him promptly, bit of my dignity. Some of those things I hold true to my heart like dignity, my families respect and faith in humanity or new people.
So please everyone! Be safe out there, be kind to each other. I wish this didn't have to happen but it was my choice to proceed with my actions and mine alone. I just want people to be aware that it can happen and it did happen, be patient don't be an old fool like me. Thank you all for a wonderful community.
This is where you fucked up. You should have conquered it, not gave it up.