So I'm in London on my way to my cousins house before we leave for Canada tour tomorrow.....walking up the street he lives in with my suitcase and these two cunts block my pathway, pull out knives and hold them to my stomach threatening to stab me, trying to get me to give them my wallet and bag.....one of them even tried to reach into my pocket to grab my wallet but I blocked him and told them I wasn't giving anything up.
Don't know whether I was brave or stupid, but I didn't give anything over and they were about to stab me when I managed to quickly run around the side of a parked car whilst attempting to reason with them. I saw a man on the street through my peripheral vision, so I think that's why they didn't try to chase me...they just dashed out of there.
The guy that saw what happened called the cops and I just had to tell them what happened. Doubt they'll catch the fuckers, but I'm OK. Was shaken at first, had some brandy at my cousins house and I'm OK now.
Fuckers. Ruined my evening. Still - I escaped without getting hurt, and without losing any of my possessions. I think they probably just expected me to hand my stuff over when I saw the knife, but shit, I'm from the streets myself and even when I'm weaponless and carrying heavy bags, I'm not about to be punked for my stuff.
Just opportunists - noticed I had heavy bags and assumed I was an easy target. Fuck them.
I am still a little bit shaken up. But I don't have any time to worry about it, the tour starts tomorrow and there's still a million things to do.
Don't know whether I was brave or stupid, but I didn't give anything over and they were about to stab me when I managed to quickly run around the side of a parked car whilst attempting to reason with them. I saw a man on the street through my peripheral vision, so I think that's why they didn't try to chase me...they just dashed out of there.
The guy that saw what happened called the cops and I just had to tell them what happened. Doubt they'll catch the fuckers, but I'm OK. Was shaken at first, had some brandy at my cousins house and I'm OK now.
Fuckers. Ruined my evening. Still - I escaped without getting hurt, and without losing any of my possessions. I think they probably just expected me to hand my stuff over when I saw the knife, but shit, I'm from the streets myself and even when I'm weaponless and carrying heavy bags, I'm not about to be punked for my stuff.
Just opportunists - noticed I had heavy bags and assumed I was an easy target. Fuck them.
I am still a little bit shaken up. But I don't have any time to worry about it, the tour starts tomorrow and there's still a million things to do.