The night that changed me forever
Everyone that knows me now for a few years, ~3 years or more, knows this story. I guess I’m in a storytelling mood so strap up and sit back for a true tale of me getting beat down.
The day was July 16th, 2017.
That weekend here locally in St Louis was the naked bike ride. I’m sure other cities have this too or some event that is similar.
I remember when I was out in the bay area back in 2011 and that was the first time I heard about how they celebrate the Santa Claus thing. Crazy times then too…
We are not here to talk about good times.
This was the weekend of July 15th / 16th 2017. My better half was picking up an extra shift at a local pizzeria (that is no longer in business).
I had my kids over that weekend and my son and I had spent a lot of quality time together.
We had in fact taken the car to get washed that day. And we also got some tacos that evening for dinner from Mission Taco.
It was a really great day.
Now due to it being the naked bike ride in St Louis, this pizzeria was located down in Soulard, and there was no parking near the establishment.
I volunteered to drive her to her shift and to come back and pick her up later around 2 am in the morning on July 16th.
Looking back, there were a number of things you can always do differently. Hindsight is a mofo when it comes to the “if I would have”, but hey… I didn’t!
On my Facebook profile on Thursday I did my podcast and Facebook live stream. I ended up posting it also to Rumble. I already figured YouTube would take it down.
As you can tell I have a few things I’m really vocal about. One is racism and what I view as reverse racism.
Maybe you noticed I have no use for the CA of the City of St Louis either. Nor the person that is supposed to have a bit of higher standards since she is (maybe now WAS) a Michigan legislator.
Now many people will say that I shouldn’t be so angry about something that happened to me over 3 years ago.
Let’s set up the night of the event.
I leave the house at about 1 am so I can get to the venue before it closes. Once inside, it was just the regulars.
Oh, forgot to mention, I use to go to an open mic there on Thursdays and also eventually ran the open mic there until it closed the weekend before Valentine’s day 2020.
Right before all this crazy corona virus stuff happened. Sigh.
Now I get to the venue (pizzeria!) that night and have a beer, and maybe a shot. I don’t remember, but I knew it wasn’t much as I knew I had to drive home.
We in fact left earlier than we might have that night as I had the kids and oh yeah, she had to be up the next morning for another shift that started around 10 am.
She gave me all her tip money to put in my wallet as we were getting ready to leave and put it in my front pocket. I believe it was like 200+ dollars.
Made the drive home, we live close to the pizzeria, like 1 mile from my front door.
I needed to pull into the alley to turn around so I could parallel park in front of our house.
As I made the turn, the wife and I were just chit-chatting, both of us were in a really good mood, laughing it up.
Now you want to know why I really am vocal about certain people, racism reversed or the other way, and the things I talked about on Thursday’s podcast and live stream?
Here it is…
I had a little bit of trouble getting the car parked and finally got it in.
As I got out of the car, a car pulled up and blocked me in. No lights on. Never saw it coming.
I had just stepped out of my car, and this black guy about my height comes out of the back of his car and slams a gun to my head.
Of course, I had my keys in hand and was handing them to him. I was like “Woh.. dude.. take the car”
Another black guy stepped out of the front passenger side of this vehicle with another gun and he proceeded to sucker-punched me and broke my glasses.
Within a matter of seconds, I had 3 guys beating on me and I was trying to back up and getaway. Finally, instinct took over and I dropped to the ground.
At the same time, my wife was trying to lock the car doors and call 911.
This literally all happened in 15 seconds.
How do I know this?
Luckily that night my neighbor had a camera in her window. It captured everything.
Now unfortunately it wasn’t crystal clear, but remember above I told you that I had just washed the car that afternoon?
We had the full handprint on the driver of the vehicle who slid across my hood like he was Bo Duke or something.
The idiot left a full handprint on the hood of the car.
And, one of the other guys (think it was the dude that sat behind the driver), left his handprint on the back upper quarter panel. He did that as he came in to get a few more cheap shots on me.
Now here is why I’m still angry about this. The person that I named and I’ll do it to her face because in my opinion, and if you are reading still, it’s really a fact – she doesn’t do her job.
Those two people that the prints belonged to are known by the police. They had them questioned and they were released.
Because of the CA of St Louis. Ohhhh… a CA is a circuit attorney; like a DA (district attorney) more or less. She wouldn’t press charges against them.
Why is that?
Figure it out. I put all you need to know about how racism works when the shoe or the power is on the other foot; it’s all in the story above.
Now the cool thing is that about 1 year later, I was finally able to write the song that pretty much closed that chapter for me. Took me a while to get that out, though a bunch of other good songs came out up until I wrote the song called “July 16th”
Am I still mad about it?
Hell to the yeah. Those two punks should have been prosecuted. They put a gun to my head and robbed me. Not only that, they all assaulted me.
Wouldn’t you be a bit mad about it if it happened to you?
It will never go anywhere, and that’s like a lot of things you do online. Some of it will just never go anywhere no matter how hard you try.
Well, that’s enough for now. If you want that video link (turned it into a very amateur music video), let me know. You know how to reach me – just leave a comment below!