Messed With The Wrong Guy
Written by VinceM
I had a really nice luxury car when I was 19. It was a supercharged Mazda millennia. On that car I had some really nice Giovanni wheels. Long story short I crashed my car into a tree at a 100mph and the car was completely totaled aside for the Giovanni wheels.
Well I put my Giovanni wheels for sale in something called the Bargain News. It wasn’t long before a friend of mine told me that someone I knew was interested in the wheels for his Maxima.
I met up with this kid at a local high school party after work, and he agreed to buy the chrome wheels off of me. The party took place on a Friday night and I had to work the following Saturday but he wanted to mount them that day. The sale prices was $1800 cash which we agreed upon. He said that he will meet up with me after I get out of work to drop off the money. I put the rims in my backyard and gave him my address.
The next day I called him from work to make sure he got the wheels. He said he did and he told me he will call me later. I got out of work around 6pm and called him. He gave me the run around for the first 2 phone calls, and I started to get pissed. It was one of those classic scenarios where a black guy thinks he’s tougher than a white guy just because he’s black. This kid had no idea who I really was and I started to get really pissed.
The last time I spoke to him he was playing it off like he doesn’t have an intention on paying me. Basically he was testing me.
My parents were away at some party in New York and my friend came over who also knew this guy. We started drinking and I started lifting weights getting angrier by the minute. About two hours and 3 private stock forties later I reached my limit to taking bullshit from this punk a$$ bitch. I called him up again and basically told him that he is nothing and that I want to know where the hell he is because I’m going to demolish him into a bloody pulp. I actually don’t remember everything I said that night but my friend gave me a clue once I sobered up. I was no punk and no stranger to black or any other race of people. This piece of trash mistook my niceness for cowardice and I was ready to make his life a living hell. At that point in my life I did things that I would not even write about on here. Anyways, the punk stopped by my house the next day with my money in cash. The piece of crap was missing $50 but I would have let that go in negotiations anyway.
It really felt good to tell this story. Just because I’m white doesn’t mean I’m a punk and I hate that stereotype. Of course I wouldn’t pick a fight within someone who got 50 lbs on me but this guy was my build and he had no idea what I would have brought his way if he messed with me. Oh yeah I just remembered that I told him that if that’s the game he’s wants to play then he might as well kiss his entire car good bye because I was going to take it, get my rims back and total it…
LOL, the moral to this story is don’t take people for granted you never know when you will mess with the wrong person and that person will make your life a nightmare.
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Comments
#1 I was taller than the guy.
#2 He clearly was punking me because he thought I wouldn't do anything because I'd be intimidated that he's black. I grew up in the inner city and this was not my first exeperience like this.
#3 You would have to be white to understand why this happened.
#4 This happened 13 years ago.
#5 If you read any of my other stories then you would know that all I hung out with was other races LOL!
What else you got?
BAD WORDs out there, and white, and red, and yellow, so what? Next time, try "BAD WORDtried to punk me", color didn't need to be brought into it.Hmmm excellent comprehension skills
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