8 years ago yesterday I had one smack in my face. never really forget it. somehow this doesnt even rank in my top 10 of most F'ed up things thats happened to me the past decade. Was working and got robbed. Now that i look back, i feel bad for the 2 who did it. I mean they got less then $100 and i guess needed it that badly to risk 20+ years of prison. always wondered what happened to them, actually hope they turned out ok.

curious on how many people here have had a simular experience.

When I was in fourth grade two guys at gunpoint robbed the pizza hut I was in. I remember they told us to get under the tables. It was a pretty full restaurant too. They buttstroked a guys son in the face for looking up at them. It was pretty intense. The robber was like "if he looks up one more time I am going to kill him" It was pretty intense. I remember watching this big black guy walking in with a shotgun in the air yelling. It takes a few seconds to figure out what was going on. Then its, bam, underneath the table. My mom was freaked wayyyy more than me or my sisters were. That was in detroit in the late 80's.

yikes both those stories sound scarier than mine actually. I was delivering a pizza (Pizza hut actually) and when i went back to my car one guy got out of the car and pulled the gun, but i was never actually attacked like in eagleeyes case. So your experience would of freaked me out even more. still cant believe that only 8 years ago i was delivering pizza through college. wow.

i live in vegas now and play the weekend 235fo at caesers a lot, and when i ship it (like just a few grand usually) Im scared to death to walk out to my car with 3k in my pocket. so after a few times i started getting a security guard from the poker room to follow me out there. i think ill always be paranoid of walking to my car with cash forever now.

Was visiting my parents for about 10 days from Christmas through New Years. I was upstairs in my room sitting at my desk that faced out the front of the house. I notice a car slowly creep by the house. Car stops halfway down the street and a kid jumps out of the car and starts walking up the street to the house. He comes up the driveway, goes to the front door and rings the doorbell. I obviously don't answer it. I see him signal to the car to come on up. I watch the car park at the end of the driveway and 3 more kids get out and start walking up. At this point I know whats going on so I call the police and tell them I think people are about to try and break into my house. As the kids get closer I see they are all basically high school kids. So I'm waiting for the cops, not sure how long they will take.

I know we have 2 guns in the house but I haven't lived there in a few years and I have no idea where my parents moved them. Meanwhile the kids are on the back deck prying open the kitchen window. We have these pretty long and thick wooden rods in our closets that the hangers are placed on, i rip one of those down and run downstairs. I take a baseball stance in front of the window waiting for the first kid to put his head through. Right as they open the window my phone rings, they all freeze and say "WTF was that" I decide to yell " You stupid mother fuckers picked the wrong fucking house." They take off. I for whatever reason give chase. I tear through the family room and out into the garage. Two kids ran down my driveway, two ran through the side yard into my neighbors house. I take off after the kids down the driveway.

It was like slow motion, one kid stops running. Turns around and pulls out a gun and points it at me. I'm about 20yds away and come to a dead stop. When they say all you see is the barrel of the gun it is true. Thats all i remember. I quickly backtrack towards the garage still facing him. After I was up by the garage I let the words fly. I yelled every vulgar thing I could think of, i told the kid to comeback and i'll fucking kill him, if he wants to pull a gun on me he's a _____, ______, _____, ________.

Cops showed up like 3 min later. They didn't catch the kids. I was upset I didn't get the first kid in the house so I could have whooped that ass. In the end I guess it turned out alright except they couldn't catch them. What pissed me off the most is all this was about the time my mom usually comes home from work. She's almost 60 and the thought of her coming home to a bunch of pos thugs robbing the house really really pissed me off.

I was never robbed or anything but like 5 years ago my older and 2 younger brothers were going to a store and while were drivin to the store we get stopped by a red light. We here the police from behind us and they hop out of there car and go directly to the right of our car and put there guns to the truck in the other lane from us.

when i was 19, i lived in an apartment with three other guys, two black (both obv sold weed, cocaine, etc), one white. it was the type of apartment where everyone had their own room plus their own bathroom. we were all in our own room with our door shut. i was hooking up with a girl at the time, nekkid obv, and our neighbor busts in the door with a pistol saying Hutch, one of the roomies was just robbed at gunpoint all while we were all there and we didn't hear anything. cops came and everything but they didn't find them. two weeks later, they come back to the house and we see them through the peep hole. we kinda just wait to see what they are going to do, call our neighbor who has his pistol in his hand at his place right across from us. they jiggle the door handle but end up walking away.

shortly after everyone moved out because our lease was just about up and i was left there walking up to the apartment every night by myself after work. scared the shit out of me and i was so glad to get out of there when i finally moved.

Yea mine isnt as crazy at all. Got weed from this dude, prolly like a quarter at most a few times. Went to meet up with him to get an oz of purples for 400 and this time dude just hopped in the car and pulled a gun out. Gave him the 400 as he knew I already had it and he took off without saying a word. Not much I could do about it, didnt know the guy I had met him at a party like 3 months prior. Kinda weird he sold me good shit like 3 or 4 times then jacks me for 400.

Been robbed at gunpoint 2 time

This first time was in high school and I knew the dude and I str8 up said "I aint giving you shit" and I didnt and the dude jsut left.

The second time a dude stoled about 150 dollars of herb from me after he aleady had it in his hands. I was just like "congrats on your heist bro, now you can retire"

In 2002, I was living in an apartment where we were slanging some things from, including weed.

I met this black guy at the club who wanted to buy a 1/4 oz so i let him roll over and sold it to him, and gave him my number.

He called a few times over the next couple weeks, and each time I sold him a 1/4 oz. One time he brought a couple of drunk friends over and that time i met him outside(was probably planning on robbing me that day but luckily i sat outside on the steps drinking a 40 and waited for him).

He calls back a week later, and starts asking for a Pound. Combined with suddenly jumping up from wanting a 1/4 oz to a pound, and the weird feeling i got the last time he showed up... I lied and said that we didn't have that much. The convo ended there. The next day he called back and I was not there, and one of my "partners" took the call and the guy said he was a customer/freind of mine and needed a Pound..... my friend tells him yeah no prob we got a P but talk to my boy because we deal with our own peeps that way.

So dude calls me later that night asking for a P, i tell him nah we dont have it, but he says he talked to my boy and my boy said we had it. I told him my boy was mistaken and we in fact did not have it as it was sold.. he sounded all pissed off on the phone like he didn't believe me. I should have just realized what the fuck was going on at this point and stopped all contact with this dude.

However i was an idiot and agreed to slang him a 1/4 oz that same night.

He showed up and i let him inside and had the 1/4 oz ready... he says he has forgot his wallet and that he needs to roll back to the car to get it ( he was obv staking out the situation to see how many people were there.) It was just me and my cousin there who was visiting... (bad timing for a visit)

He rolled back upstairs and shortly after 3 guys came in after him with bandanas on there face, 2 black guys and one huge white guy. Huge white guy has a crowbar, and one of the 2 black guys had a machete and one had a small handgun.

They demanded all the weed/money/drugs etc...

I gave them a half oz and said that is all I had, they threatened my life if I was lying but i stuck with the bluff hoping they couldnt find the other shit...
Shortly thereafter they found about a pound and a half of weed in the bottom of a cardboard box under a bunch of shit..

They made me and my cousin put our face in the couches on our knees on the ground at this point...and demanded to know where the money is or they were going to shoot us in the back of the head. I thought i was pretty much dead because there actually was no money and there was no way they were going to believe me now....

I tell them there is no money as it was just picked up and im not bsing this time ... they take our wallets, my cousins had a $10 bill in it and mine had about $100. White guy was doing all the talking now... dude took my wallet and my cousins then looked in cousins wallet and says "fucking pathetic" and throws the wallet into his face with the $10 still in it.. lol. I bring this up every now and then to my cousin when we talk thinking it is funny but somehow he doesn;t share that view.

They take my rockford fosgate subwoofer i had in the closet, my 200 disk changer, the p and a half and a few other random things.

The white dude finds a baseball bad underneath the couch, and says " what pussy's .... as if you didn't even try to use this" and i obviously not thinking very clearly say "yeah and then get shot, your a fucking retard" and he just look confused and then they left. They didn't find all the crack/coke that was stashed in an oldschool nintendo cartridge slot. Still held that shit out with a gun to my head...kinda gangsta

The best part is the ending of this story...

I was at a club about a year later with my boy who happens who enjoy very much knocking people the fuck out..... and I happen to spot the mutherfucker, the original black dude who set up the robbery. I told my boy that that's the dude who robbed me, and he goes and takes a shot of tequila, walks up to the dude, puts his arm around him and says....... hey bro.... the dude starts talking jafaican and saying "bumdaclot blah blah" and my buddy goes " u robbed my boy" and smashes him with one punch that knocks him out, dude even fell out of his shoes and was out cold on the ground. Then a melee with the bouncers followed and we got thrown out. As I was leaving the parking lot, one of the bouncers yells, thanks for the money....referring to a couple of toonies that fell out of my pocket in the melee...........and I yell " you can keep em you broke bitch".

That is the end of my story so far........ until i run into those other 2.

I have so many war stories like this it is ridiculous.... obv did not make good choices when I was young.

never at gunpoint, but when I was in south africa i was robbed at knifepoint on the street...broad daylight on a busy street.

Three guys surrounded me, one grabbed my arm and held a knife to it (not big, but already had it against my arm) and said not to move, the other two guys grabbed my wallet, pack of cigs, and cell phone out of my pockets and ran. Luckily, they only took the cash out of my wallet and threw it, leaving all my credit/debit cards. Also they didn't take my backpack with my passport, $700 in cash, and my camera. Whole thing was over in 45 secs, but I was shaken up for a good hour or two.

 

Originally Posted by Buchsbaumy

yikes both those stories sound scarier than mine actually. I was delivering a pizza (Pizza hut actually) and when i went back to my car one guy got out of the car and pulled the gun, but i was never actually attacked like in eagleeyes case. So your experience would of freaked me out even more. still cant believe that only 8 years ago i was delivering pizza through college. wow.

i live in vegas now and play the weekend 235fo at caesers a lot, and when i ship it (like just a few grand usually) Im scared to death to walk out to my car with 3k in my pocket. so after a few times i started getting a security guard from the poker room to follow me out there. i think ill always be paranoid of walking to my car with cash forever now.

getting the security guard to escort you is a bad idea. It puts out a red flag to everyone that you have a good amount of money on you. Then all someone has to do is follow your car after you leave and wait for you to stop or pull in your driveway and rob you then. It increases your chance of being robbed because you multiply by many times, how many people know you have the money on you. If you dont have the security guard, only a few people from the poker room even know you have the money on you, but if you get escorted then everybody within the path from where you are and your car knows about it.

chaz would of had the best (fictional) story for this thread.

 

Originally Posted by USCphildo

was playing a 5/10 game that rotates to the suncoast in vegas this week and a guy robbed the pokerroom cashier with a gun for 20-30k, then ran out the door and hopped on a motorcycle. needless to say, i'll never be playing there again.

Did he do a wheelie during the get away?

i have learned that it is prob not a good idea to hang out in houses where drugs are dealt from this thread. thx OT.

only once did i ever get robbed, wasn't at gun point.

i sold bud but in highschool for a while, usually just to my close friends so i could basically just smoke for free.

there was this asian kid two or three years younger than me that i had sold to a few times, even chilled with a few times with him and his buddies cuz he lived a few neighborhoods down.

so he calls me up one night asking if he can get a quarter for his friend, i told him sure, i was at my buddies house with a bunch of people, just come over and ill meet him outside. so he calls me when hes there, i go out to my car. he hops in, i show him my bud. i had two different kinds, either a half O or an O of each. he says his buddy would like to check it out, me being an idiot im like sure. this huge blackdude(played on a highschool bball team, was like 6'4+), comes up to my car i show him the two different kinds, and he just snags both and my little hanging scale(the cheap kind you buy at dirt cheap lol) and just runs back to his car. i was just like uhh, wtf just happend. they had to turn around in a cul de sac, so i hopped in my car and sped off after them, i tried to get a hold of my buddies in the house to come meet me, but the reception was awful so could'nt get a hold of em. they ended up stopping in another neighborhood and got out of the car. clearly i woulda got my ass wooped so i just peaced out. was so pissed at the time when i got back to my friends house i tried to punch a metal pole, but luckily i missed.

guy who i bought it from was super pissed and tried to track the dude down(i was one of his bigger buyers). i knew where the asian kid lived, he said he swear he didn't know the dude was gonna do it, we obv laughed at him for it.he said the kids lived in the ghetto if we wanna go down there, but lol at that. we were at his house tho and i wasn't about to kick his ass and have his asian mom and dad walk out being like wtf is going on, so we just left and i chalked it up as a loss. it was maybe 4 or 500 worth of shit, which was kinda a big deal in highschool, now its laughable. quit selling shortly after that.