You have the worst luck, man. I hope they catch the guys.

I just want my truck back. And my wallet. All my shit was in there. I need those medical cards.

I broke one of their hands and smashed one upside the head with a retractable bar. Glad I had it with me. I didn't do much before I just curled up. And I didn't get a good look at them. But they'll spot a guy with a broken hand and a lash near their temple.

I mean, it was my fault. I stopped in the wrong part of town. I didn't figure it was so bad as of late.

Well, not everyone can say they got a few good hits in on a carjacker.

It's hard for me still to wrap my head around those kind of actions. Like, I can at least see how someone can justify white collar crime to themselves. But carjacking and beating the shit out of somebody? How can somebody live with being such an shitwipe?

That's fucked holy shit.

where do you live or where did you stop

This is why I sleep with my doors locked, and in parking lots.

Your doors weren't locked?

Become a hero and give those crooks justice!

Jesus Christ.

You certainly are going down fighting in all aspects of life, fucking up carjackers while you got more pressing matters, fairplay.

I hope you get your truck back, seems like you need it in the roughs of Canada.

Quote from: PsygnI on April 13, 2016, 08:28:14 AM

Jesus Christ.

You certainly are going down fighting in all aspects of life, fucking up carjackers while you got more pressing matters, fairplay.

I hope you get your truck back, seems like you need it in the roughs of Alaska.

Uh he lives in Saskatchewan

Oops. That's Canada, isn't it? Keep mixing those up.

A little bit of context for the people that asked. One of the locks ony my vehicle never worked right since I bought it. Guess which side.

The two dudes weren't exactly white collar. They were natives. There's a lot of native folk both in the three main cities of my province. And there's been a rise in crime recently. Earlier in the year one of the guys who used to visit my little cafe got mugged too. Three guys pulled a bag over his head, beat the shit out of him, took all his cards and "asked" for the info under threat of killing him.

All of that is beside the point right now. I'm tired. Really, really fucking tired. I can't be arsed to put up with it anymore. If I'm not dealing with one problem, I'm just dealing with another. If it's not me being dissatisfied with my life and myself and trying to change it around, it's me getting fucked over beyond things I can't control.

I know when I'm beat. In my state of health, I can't properly take care of myself, by myself at this point. The docs made it clear that when I started my treatments, I could, at any time, choose pallative care. And it's an eventuality I'll have to face anyway.

So that's what I'm going to do today. Make some calls and set it all up. I just don't feel like putting up with it all at this point. So consider this a farewell. I'd like to thank you guys though. I've lived by my lonesome for most of my life. Getting to know everybody here over time gave me some kind of place where I felt some sense as if I were at home. And there were people I didn't get to know. I think that's a shame.

You can say whatever you want of me, think whatever you want. Like or dislike me, just know that at one point or another all of you gave me something cheerful to laugh about. Some of you helped teach me new things beyond my crappy little 9th grade education and beyond my own curiosity to learn on my own. I'm thankful for all the interesting conversations had, along with all the different outlooks and people I got to see here.

For the people who've talked to me over the past few months, I can't thank you enough for the good company. I owe you. It's not something I can really ever pay back. You know who you are. Seriously. Thank you.

I know I've done stuff like this before. Say or think whatever you will of that. But from here on out, I don't think you'll be seeing me again. I'm not going to get any prettier over the next few months. I may as well save myself the trouble and embarrasment and skip town here.

So, as they say, that's curtains. Thanks for the ride guys. It's been fun.

A little bit of context for the people that asked. One of the locks ony my vehicle never worked right since I bought it. Guess which side.

The two dudes weren't exactly white collar. They were natives. There's a lot of native folk both in the three main cities of my province. And there's been a rise in crime recently. Earlier in the year one of the guys who used to visit my little cafe got mugged too. Three guys pulled a bag over his head, beat the shit out of him, took all his cards and "asked" for the info under threat of killing him.

All of that is beside the point right now. I'm tired. Really, really fucking tired. I can't be arsed to put up with it anymore. If I'm not dealing with one problem, I'm just dealing with another. If it's not me being dissatisfied with my life and myself and trying to change it around, it's me getting fucked over beyond things I can't control.

I know when I'm beat. In my state of health, I can't properly take care of myself, by myself at this point. The docs made it clear that when I started my treatments, I could, at any time, choose pallative care. And it's an eventuality I'll have to face anyway.

So that's what I'm going to do today. Make some calls and set it all up. I just don't feel like putting up with it all at this point. So consider this a farewell. I'd like to thank you guys though. I've lived by my lonesome for most of my life. Getting to know everybody here over time gave me some kind of place where I felt some sense as if I were at home. And there were people I didn't get to know. I think that's a shame.

You can say whatever you want of me, think whatever you want. Like or dislike me, just know that at one point or another all of you gave me something cheerful to laugh about. Some of you helped teach me new things beyond my crappy little 9th grade education and beyond my own curiosity to learn on my own. I'm thankful for all the interesting conversations had, along with all the different outlooks and people I got to see here.

For the people who've talked to me over the past few months, I can't thank you enough for the good company. I owe you. It's not something I can really ever pay back. You know who you are. Seriously. Thank you.

I know I've done stuff like this before. Say or think whatever you will of that. But from here on out, I don't think you'll be seeing me again. I'm not going to get any prettier over the next few months. I may as well save myself the trouble and embarrasment and skip town here.

So, as they say, that's curtains. Thanks for the ride guys. It's been fun.

no don't go