- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Damnit! I must have some sort of magnet inside of me. I'm sick of being stabbed and/or being threatened to be stabbed. The story is this:
I was walking home from work. No biggie, right? Wrong. Anyways, I passed this group of four skin heads. I accidentally bumped one of them. It was a small -blam!-in* sidewalk! So this lead guy(I'm assuming he was the leader) turned around and asked(in Russian), "Do you have a problem?"
Of course I replied, "Yeah, I have a problem. YOU SUCK. That's my problem." Kidding. I'd have gotten killed for that. Instead I said, "No. I don't have a problem. I just didn't want to walk out in the street."
So this fudge packer replies, "Well, you bumped into us. And just to make sure it never happens again..."
He pulls out a knife and stabs me in the leg. Another good pair of pants runied by some jackass with a knife.
So, I limped home, dresseed up my wound, limped down to the doctor for proper treatment, and now I am home again telling you this epic tale.
Note to any of you who want to come to Russia: Don't make the damned skin heads unhappy. You'll get stabbed.