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Driving from Michigan to Florida for vacation with family and dog. Wife took first leg so I could get a bit of sleep for the night time haul.

We got close to Nashville and needed gas so I see a Loves truck stop sign. They usually have good place to pee and some nibbles and easy on and off highway.

Well this one was a bit different and you had to go down a tad and was built next to an industrial complex.

I pull in to the auto side and full up. Wife and kid go do their stuff and I take dog for a squirt. I walk across a street but its really an exit for the trucks around back filling up. On other curb was a line of trucks so you couldn't see the other side, only was a hill of grass.

I walk between two trucks that still had engines turning and go up the hill following the dog. Well I shit my pants as I was standing almost in the middle of a homeless crackhead den. They were hanging out on the emergency exit steps that had a big landing pad and steps.

I yelled you guys scared the fucking shit outta me as I turned to walk down the side of the building. One said something to make a joke of it. And I got maybe 20 feet away when another started having some kind of episode where he walk away from the group and towards me but not directly and started talking to himself and was angry saying he was going to knock "you" out. He was not talking to me I believe.

But the moment I said "you scared the fucking shit outta me" i thought I was going to be throwing knuckles elbows knees etc or I was going down. No one knew I was 50 yards from where I filled up as I was behind the 18 wheelers.

Vacation started with a huge adrenaline jolt this year. Alls I am saying
 
Driving from Michigan to Florida for vacation with family and dog. Wife took first leg so I could get a bit of sleep for the night time haul.

We got close to Nashville and needed gas so I see a Loves truck stop sign. They usually have good place to pee and some nibbles and easy on and off highway.

Well this one was a bit different and you had to go down a tad and was built next to an industrial complex.

I pull in to the auto side and full up. Wife and kid go do their stuff and I take dog for a squirt. I walk across a street but its really an exit for the trucks around back filling up. On other curb was a line of trucks so you couldn't see the other side, only was a hill of grass.

I walk between two trucks that still had engines turning and go up the hill following the dog. Well I shit my pants as I was standing almost in the middle of a homeless crackhead den. They were hanging out on the emergency exit steps that had a big landing pad and steps.

I yelled you guys scared the fucking shit outta me as I turned to walk down the side of the building. One said something to make a joke of it. And I got maybe 20 feet away when another started having some kind of episode where he walk away from the group and towards me but not directly and started talking to himself and was angry saying he was going to knock "you" out. He was not talking to me I believe.

But the moment I said "you scared the fucking shit outta me" i thought I was going to be throwing knuckles elbows knees etc or I was going down. No one knew I was 50 yards from where I filled up as I was behind the 18 wheelers.

Vacation started with a huge adrenaline jolt this year. Alls I am saying

What kind of dog?
 
What kind of dog?
Well I would tell ya but she is the first of her kind.

Great Pyrenees with a poodle. Twice down. So she is 17 pounds. She thinks she's 150 but she ain't.
 
Regular Tennessee fans. Nothing to see here move along.
I think they were fans of crack. And booze.

So just like most of us
 
Careful with that adrenalin, son. Even a casual exposure will have you jonesing for more. Soon, you will become an adrenaline addict searching out Crack dens in the middle of the night.
 
Careful with that adrenalin, son. Even a casual exposure will have you jonesing for more. Soon, you will become an adrenaline addict searching out Crack dens in the middle of the night.
I looked for one in Memphis. Nothing close to the hwy.

Down here in Florida I wanna fight these wannabes in jacked up trucks. They look so ridiculous but it seems to be more of a rage than beenie babies
 
Driving from Michigan to Florida for vacation with family and dog. Wife took first leg so I could get a bit of sleep for the night time haul.

We got close to Nashville and needed gas so I see a Loves truck stop sign. They usually have good place to pee and some nibbles and easy on and off highway.

Well this one was a bit different and you had to go down a tad and was built next to an industrial complex.

I pull in to the auto side and full up. Wife and kid go do their stuff and I take dog for a squirt. I walk across a street but its really an exit for the trucks around back filling up. On other curb was a line of trucks so you couldn't see the other side, only was a hill of grass.

I walk between two trucks that still had engines turning and go up the hill following the dog. Well I shit my pants as I was standing almost in the middle of a homeless crackhead den. They were hanging out on the emergency exit steps that had a big landing pad and steps.

I yelled you guys scared the fucking shit outta me as I turned to walk down the side of the building. One said something to make a joke of it. And I got maybe 20 feet away when another started having some kind of episode where he walk away from the group and towards me but not directly and started talking to himself and was angry saying he was going to knock "you" out. He was not talking to me I believe.

But the moment I said "you scared the fucking shit outta me" i thought I was going to be throwing knuckles elbows knees etc or I was going down. No one knew I was 50 yards from where I filled up as I was behind the 18 wheelers.

Vacation started with a huge adrenaline jolt this year. Alls I am saying
Good to have during these kind of episodes

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This story seems like an awkward Step 2, of a ten-step process whereby you tell your wife that you're gay...
Wait your turn buddy...
 
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