Escapists who live in lower income areas, what is the craziest thing you've witnessed?

[heroofheroin]

I'm feeling discriminated against here, I live in a mostly high income area, but we still have crazy stories too damnit, I demand equal representation for the financially secure.

Seriously though, we had a judge nearby busted for keeping underage illegal immigrants in his house as live-in maids/ sex slaves. We have a large house occupied by about 13 people that I am almost positive are in a cult, all dressing similarly and keeping locked gates and barred windows, very creepy and secretive. I also saw a mountain lion attack and rip apart a deer on my front lawn once. We also had a burglar in the area who got caught because he tried to pawn off his goods at a store owned by the neighbor he had robbed.

One thing I also saw about 4 years ago was an old man chasing his wife down the street firing a handgun into the air. Turns out he had mixed alcohol and painkillers, then decided to go off on his wife about something. Obviously they are divorced now, but because he could afford a good lawyer, he's still living in that house, he might even be off probation at this point.

Sorry nor trying to say I'm above or below anybody at all, had a big problem with opiates and alcohol when I was younger, still do occasionally. I'm not one to judge, rich or poor.

 

[KyuubiNoKitsune-Hime]

Got shot at in a drive-by. Granted I wasn't even on the same property as the person that was the target, the shooter just had really shitty aim leading to a wide cone of fire.

How shitty does your aim have to be for THAT to happen? I don't think most people could accomplish that on purpose.

Typical thug level aim, even directly behind them isn't safe, the only safe place to be is if they're trying to aim at you. Type of aim typical to idiots who hold their guns sideways.

 

[TakerFoxx]

I was making a delivery to the worst part of our delivery area about half an hour past midnight in the morning when this skinny little jerk starts following me going, "Hey, you gonna sell me that pizza? Huh? Huh?" When I finally told him to fuck off, he slapped it out of my hands, grabs a bunch of pizza off the ground, stuffs it in his mouth, and started making a bunch of (probably made up) gang signs at me and yelling me to, and I quote, "Get the fuck out of my hood, homie!"

Granted, the smart thing to do would have been to do as he said and get the fuck out of my hood, but since he was smaller than I am (and I am not a big guy) and hadn't produced a weapon, and I was reaaaaallllyyyyy pissed off and had actually grown up in that neighborhood, I just glared at him and told him to go away over and over again until he finally gave up, grabbed some more pizza off the asphalt, got onto his bike and took off.

And that's why we don't deliver to that street anymore past ten.

God, I hate that city.

 

[EternallyBored]

I'm feeling discriminated against here, I live in a mostly high income area, but we still have crazy stories too damnit, I demand equal representation for the financially secure.

Seriously though, we had a judge nearby busted for keeping underage illegal immigrants in his house as live-in maids/ sex slaves. We have a large house occupied by about 13 people that I am almost positive are in a cult, all dressing similarly and keeping locked gates and barred windows, very creepy and secretive. I also saw a mountain lion attack and rip apart a deer on my front lawn once. We also had a burglar in the area who got caught because he tried to pawn off his goods at a store owned by the neighbor he had robbed.

One thing I also saw about 4 years ago was an old man chasing his wife down the street firing a handgun into the air. Turns out he had mixed alcohol and painkillers, then decided to go off on his wife about something. Obviously they are divorced now, but because he could afford a good lawyer, he's still living in that house, he might even be off probation at this point.

Sorry nor trying to say I'm above or below anybody at all, had a big problem with opiates and alcohol when I was younger, still do occasionally. I'm not one to judge, rich or poor.

Don't worry about it, the first paragraph was a joke, I'm not actually accusing you of anything, just poking fun at your title specifying only low income areas as an excuse to tell some stories of things I've seen in my neighborhood.

 

[DefunctTheory]

I don't live in a low income area, but I've been to them frequently.

I remember the first time I ever went to Austin's low income section. Within 5 minutes, I had seen 4 drug deals. 15 minutes into the trip, I saw a hand off of a backpack that appeared to be filled with meth crystals.

I never returned to that area again.

Oh, and on a trip to Dallas, I saw a guy punch a cross dresser in the face through a chain linked fence. They tussled for a couple minutes, then the regular dressed guy offered to share a massive bottle of whiskey with the cross dresser and his friends. 30 minutes latter, I took the drunk jackass home and never spoke to him again, but not before a girl obviously high as a kite on what I suspect was ecstasy snuck into our car and tried to stab me with a combat knife.

 

[Albino Boo]

I saw a man swing a toaster around by the power cable to mug a man in Nottingham. In Lochgelly I watched a charming little seen where a guy who was walking along the pavement was pulled through a car passenger window and mugged. However all that pales into insignificance to what happened within 500 yards of where I used live in Newcastle. A man walked into the local pub and blew the head of his brother in law with shotgun. Another guy was shot in the balls when he answered the door. 7 stabbings, 2 in the building I was living. Finally the armed raid on the brothers that lived across the hall because they committed an armed robbery at Newcastle poly student union. And oh yeah, I shared a taxi with Charlie Kray, Ronnie and Reggie's older brother, into the city centre.

 

[BadNewDingus]

I moved down next to 8 mile road, like right across from Detroit. I also live next to a motel that is known for hookers and junkies. One night I was about to go to sleep until I heard a woman screaming. I looked out my window and on the second floor was a woman getting pushed around by her boyfriend. I just sat there watching while he pushed her into their room and I thought she was dead. After a few minutes, the man emerged pissed off and walked downstairs to the streets to take a walk(i guess). I seriously thought he left her dead up there, and was about to call the owners(I know them since they live right next to the motel as well), but she came out of the room with tears and no bruises or anything that showed any harm was done to her.

I felt sick with myself not doing anything, but really, I'm not gonna get stabbed or shot for breaking apart two crackheads.

 

[heroofheroin]

I moved down next to 8 mile road, like right across from Detroit. I also live next to a motel that is known for hookers and junkies. One night I was about to go to sleep until I heard a woman screaming. I looked out my window and on the second floor was a woman getting pushed around by her boyfriend. I just sat there watching while he pushed her into their room and I thought she was dead. After a few minutes, the man emerged pissed off and walked downstairs to the streets to take a walk(i guess). I seriously thought he left her dead up there, and was about to call the owners(I know them since they live right next to the motel as well), but she came out of the room with tears and no bruises or anything that showed any harm was done to her.

I felt sick with myself not doing anything, but really, I'm not gonna get stabbed or shot for breaking apart two crackheads.

Yeah back when I was using a lot, I lived in a similarly run down motel. I will junkies and alcoholics are skeevy and shysty, but crackheads are on a level all there own.


Remeber walking past a dominoes dumpster and this homeless crackhead nicknamed slim swung the doors open like it was showtime and yelled at the top of his lungs "whatchu need"

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Alright, since it was in Vancouver I just have to know: was the person Asian? I know it's stereotyping but it's Vancouver we're talking about, it has the largest and oldest Chinese community in the country, and when you say something like that the first thing that comes to mind in, well, stereotypes, since it's Vancouver, the city where hippie and businessmen stereotypes are true.

It was a blond Caucasian girl. She HAD to be an addict though and I witnessed it off of Keefer street walking back from a gig. Needless to say, I didn't feel like eating dinner after that... I also stopped looking for cheap parking near China town.

SNIP

I won't pretend to know these things with any expertise, I'm a student from the East living here, but I think its a case of her being totally psychotic. A friend of mine (one who believed me) said that while she did try tearing off all the fur as if she was going to eat it; she probably would have recovered from her high to realize WTF she was doing when she woke up with a dead cat lying next to her. I don't think it was necessarily from hunger alone. The drug problem here is immense because this is the city where living on the streets during the winter months isn't death. Still freaky.

 

[Shoggoth2588]

I saw a person straight up catch, kill and skin a cat for consumption in the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver.

I think that counts. o.o

JESUS FUCK MAN!

I live in the hills of North Georgia...and while I haven't seen any talking squids I have seen an old man (a respected cop in the community) sell moonshine to his drug-addicted, piece of shit son. Also get kinda creeped the fuck out when I see people openly carrying pistols in Target...

 

[Artina89]

My next door neighbour got busted for selling drugs. As a result, at about 3AM we all get woken up by the police breaking down the door, then we get treated to the sight to the aforementioned neighbour running out of his back door wearing nothing but his underwear and a pair of wellington boots, and then running headlong into the cops. It was rather surreal to say the least.

 

[Hieronymusgoa]

On the one hand my area in Berlin is a super example of gentrification on the other hand people got sliced to near-death twice in the last month around the corner of my flat in a party area located there. And we have around 20 (! or more) drug dealers close to this area, mingled together which no police interference whatsoever can get rid of.
Then there are, like in every big city, some people evrybody saw at one point. The beggaer with an unbelievable problem with his foot which makes him seem and smell like he is a nurgle highpriest. The guy who is reciting the next stops in the underground with the same intontation like the computer lady from the speakers. In general lots of begging of every kind, buskers of every nation and quality, drug dealing and in the past, when it was more prominent, some unconsious people who had used heroin at Bahnhof Zoo. But at least that is over.

 

[Fallow]

I had a most peculiar event unfold in my living area as recently as yesteryear. The local wine club, an establishment I frequent on occassion, selected an irishman as corkmaster!
I say, I have nothing against a working man toiling in the fields, but the sophisticated demands of a corkmaster does not well suit the talents of the peasantry! And the man had not a lick of noble blood in his immodest figure!
How can you even sample the full range of flavours in a heavenly bodied cabernet without a proper mansion in which to dampen the ruckus of the unwashed masses going about their filthy excesses? This is madness!

Thusly I immediately and irrevocably withdrew my support from the affronting organisation and joined another, wherein adequate laws were legislated to prevent such an affronting calamity from reoccurring.

 

[Albino Boo]

I had a most peculiar event unfold in my living area as recently as yesteryear. The local wine club, an establishment I frequent on occasion, selected an irishman as corkmaster!
I say, I have nothing against a working man toiling in the fields, but the sophisticated demands of a corkmaster does not well suit the talents of the peasantry! And the man had not a lick of noble blood in his immodest figure!
How can you even sample the full range of flavours in a heavenly bodied cabernet without a proper mansion in which to dampen the ruckus of the unwashed masses going about their filthy excesses? This is madness!

Thusly I immediately and irrevocably withdrew my support from the affronting organisation and joined another, wherein adequate laws were legislated to prevent such an affronting calamity from reoccurring.

I say old bean, I have similar horror story. The chairman of the dining committee at my club wanted this middle class arrivest chap to join. He had been to a good school but his father had been in trade, the cushion business or some such I belveie. So, you know, in the spirit of noblesse oblige I was prepared to give this chap a fair go. So out went the necessary invite to dine him in and you know what this bounder turned up and ordered an inferior vintage of claret and didn't even let it breathe. I just had to sit in silence and fume for the rest of evening. In the morning I sent round my valet with a note saying we can not bally well have that kind of bounder joining and this chap is clearly a wrong un. Fortunately chairman agreed and did the decent thing and resigned from the dining committee and apologised all round. No matter what school this cad went to breading will always show. I believe the oily tick is chancellor the exchequer now, so he came to bad end.

 

[heroofheroin]

I saw a person straight up catch, kill and skin a cat for consumption in the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver.

I think that counts. o.o

JESUS FUCK MAN!

I live in the hills of North Georgia...and while I haven't seen any talking squids I have seen an old man (a respected cop in the community) sell moonshine to his drug-addicted, piece of shit son. Also get kinda creeped the fuck out when I see people openly carrying pistols in Target...

Yeah downtown east side is no joke, but at least they're being more progressive about the drug issues, the onsite solution that gives street addicts a clean place to shootup is brilliant. Reducing disease, and ods

 

[Beffudled Sheep_v1legacy]

I've witnessed a few stabbings and a couple drive-bys.

Mostly it was just drug deals and groups of teens jumping smaller groups of teens, nothing particularly interesting.

 

[Kae]

Crazy? Huh... A neighbour was once smoking pot and the idiot left his still lit blunt on top of the gas tank, all I saw was the explosion, he died and the surrounding houses were on fire, fortunately I was in the next block so the fire didn't spread that far, I must say the explosion was far bigger than I expected it would be, it looked like a Hollywood explosion.

Other than that, well when I was in school I saw a girl get kidnapped, it happened so quick, I was coming out of school and she was in the middle of the parking lot just walking and suddenly a white van passed with it's door open and they just stopped for a second, snatched her, closed the door and sped away before anyone even had a chance to react, it was pretty depressing.

Well in this one the crazy person is me but whatever, so this happened in Tijuana in 2008, there was a shoot-out, because of course there was it's Tijuana in 2008, and I had to get through in order to get home from school, but you see I was in a really bad mood, I had a fairly bad day and I just didn't give any fucks that day so I just walked straight through the gunfire like it was nothing, fortunately luck was on my side that day not a single bullet grazed me.

I have a few more, for example I've seen more corpses than I care to remember and I was able to remain fairly unphazed from that shoot-out because I had seen plenty more before, I've seen people get stabbed, fuck I've even almost committed murder, but you know that's just the environment I grew up with.

 

[Revnak_v1legacy]

My only good story is shirtless bike guy, who rode by me and my friends asking if we were with the KKK. When we confirmed that we were in fact not white supremacists, he said he was concerned since he had just been jumped by a bunch of white guys. Strange that would lead him to fear we were with the KKK, considering that he was white, we lived far from anywhee you'd expect to find a Klan rally, virtually anyone who would jump him where we lived would have been white by virtue of sheer demographics alone, and my group of friends included people of multiple races, but hey, whatever. Maybe it was some kinda street code. If it was, we passed, since he then asked if we wanted to buy pot, following that up with progressively harder drugs. We refused and went about our day. Shirtless bike guy assumedly went on to sell drugs and get jumped by white guys another day.

EDIT: There was the time people staged an armed protest in front of my workplace when the president showed up. Needless to say, we closed early that day.

 

[CellShaded]

Fight club in the crossroads around the corner. They form a circle every few weeks and beat the shit out of eachother in the middle, one on one.