What is the biggest dilemma you've found yourself in?

On base in Ali Al Saleem back in 2006 in Kuwait, I saw a sand viper.

I wasn't the first one who saw it, but everyone around me was freaking out. I was 29, and I had been handling snakes since about eight years old. For the most part, nothing big, just snakes are found in the yard in Ohio (I'm not including the Eastern diamondback I caught in Meridian, Mississippi back in 96). The three venomous snakes in Ohio are all found south of Columbus.

A lot of people are scared of snakes and react poorly when it comes to dealing with them, but on that day I was surprisingly calm.

Some people had weapons drawn, 9mm, one person even had a loaded M-16 (or M-4, I was in the Navy and don't know much about guns). People we're screaming, but I took control of the situation and told everyone to back away.

The worst thing you can do on a base in a war zone, (Kuwait is still considered a war zone), was fire a weapon. those who are around with know that you are shooting at a snake, but those who hear the gunshots would believe we are being attacked and all hell would break loose.

I knew that and calmed everybody the fuck down and told them to back away. Meanwhile, the snake is striking because people are surrounding it.

I had studied snakes for years and knew that the sand viper was the third most venomous snake in the middle East.


I grabbed the M-16, cleared it, and put the butt of the rifle on the snake's head. Once the snake's head was secured I picked it up.

Exclamations from everywhere, "Dude, you're fucking nuts" "Godofwine, you crazy, man." "That ninja think he's the black crocodile Hunter" but I stayed calm, held on to the snake's head, had someone dump out an ammo container and put the snake in there. (Ironically, 2 months later the crocodile hunter was killed)

I walked with the snake in the ammo container about half a mile with a buddy of mine who held the M-16. At one of the farthest fences from the main part of the base, I dumped out the ammo container, used the M-16 to pin down the viper's head so I can pick it up again, and threw it over the fence.

I thought the dilemma was simply if I had gotten bit, I would have had to get anti-venin. What I didn't know, was none of the higher-ups at thought to supply anti-venin on the base!

So, had I NOT known what I was doing and allowed the snake to bite me, I would have had to drive to a base over an hour away for treatment... Which likely would have meant my death.

So, my tempting fate made someone higher up realize that maybe we should supply anti-venin on each of the satellite bases and not just the main base in Kuwait. So it's possible I saved lives by risking my own to get the sand viper off the base. The picture of me holding it is floating around here somewhere

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Got a lot but...

Think I said this before but we high fived each other there. Man Ali base was a real shit hole. Anyway, was on Bravo alert for flying into the Box. Woke up in a sandstorm and staggered my way to the showers. Something was different.....felt kinda disoriented too. I'm showering and vaguely noticed the urinals weren't in the bathroom. Oh well. Come out the shower and commence to shaving with the towel on. I see a thick ass white girls pink nipples and huge tits bounching shriek and scream so I turn towards her like WTF you doing in the men's showers?:confused: She said uh, you're in the females showers? Man I was terrified. All the color drained out of me. :oops: Them mf was dishing out article 15s if you farted wrong. I said I am so sorry as remorsefully (and tenderly) as I could muster and told her I didn't mean any disrespect. She looked at me and said no biggie. I levitated out that mf and into the storm. Then I thought to myself......her fucking nipples were harder than a diamond:mad:
 
Arrested by vice...long story... Wanted to hit me with a shitload of charges but couldn't find anything or figure out my connection... Was in the holding cell picking their brain they slipped up and gave me to much info... Had me in the room trying to get info out of me I played my best keyser soze role...Had the head arresting officer pissed as s hit at me for playing extra dumb..Had to let me go..got hit with the extra small misdemeanor charge..no jail no prison time..was only in the cell for a few hrs..it was an interesting experience
So was you selling or buying the pussy
 
3 months after asking my wife for a divorce, she informs me that she's pregnant last month.
and the chick that im currently seeing got pregnant at the same time. both due dates will be within days of each other.
Let me find out you knocked that chick up you met downtown and posted the homegrown :roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:


Damn bro you used to post about buying your kids cars and them being in college now you got to do that shit all over again times two...
 
Got a lot but...

Think I said this before but we high fived each other there. Man Ali base was a real shit hole. Anyway, was on Bravo alert for flying into the Box. Woke up in a sandstorm and staggered my way to the showers. Something was different.....felt kinda disoriented too. I'm showering and vaguely noticed the urinals weren't in the bathroom. Oh well. Come out the shower and commence to shaving with the towel on. I see a thick ass white girls pink nipples and huge tits bounching shriek and scream so I turn towards her like WTF you doing in the men's showers?:confused: She said uh, you're in the females showers? Man I was terrified. All the color drained out of me. :oops: Them mf was dishing out article 15s if you farted wrong. I said I am so sorry as remorsefully (and tenderly) as I could muster and told her I didn't mean any disrespect. She looked at me and said no biggie. I levitated out that mf and into the storm. Then I thought to myself......her fucking nipples were harder than a diamond:mad:
Lol, I almost did the same exact thing. The only thing that stopped me you was a female coming out of the door as I was going in with my shower kit/bag/towel.

She was like: "Umm, where are you going?"

I was like: "Oh shit! I thought this was the...oh shit. My bad. My...I'm sorry.

It's funny now. Wasn't then. At least you saw some titties
 
What did you decide to do? o_O

well...i started looking around my apartment for shit i could pawn....the only thing i felt i had of any value to anyone else...was a gold chain i hadn't worn in years...i don't really wear jewelry any more...

this happened around the financial collapse of 2008...

what made it even more stressful...was a couple of things...

number one....my credit cards were just about at their limit...and when i called my bank (bank of america) to see about increasing my credit limit...and not only did they not increase my limit...they DECREASED IT to just above the balance i owed...

so for instance...i had a limit of $15,000....my balance was $13,800....i called to get an increase to like $20,000 ...and keep in my mind up to this point...i had never missed a payment...i had never failed to make at least the minimum payment....

but bank of america...not only rejects my request to get an increase to $20,000....they dropped my limit from $15,000 to $13,900...and tell me to pay it down if i wanna free up some credit...

and i had another credit card with them with a super low interest rate....that i had never used...and they just outright cancelled that one...

so basically at that point..i was like..FUCK BANK OF AMERICA....i've never gotten good customer service from them anytime i've had an issue...

the other thing that made the situation even more stressful...was my car was gettin' older and startin' to breakdown sporadically...hoses would bust...wires were corroding....it leaked oil....it would overheat..etc...

basically...if it broke down any time during that month...i was fucked...i couldn't pay to get it repaired....and i worked in an area...where from where i lived to where i worked...it would have been a 3-hour bus ride....one way...it was a 30-minute drive with a personal vehicle...

and then the job i had....was so cheap...they had extra work for me to do....but they never wanted to pay me any overtime to do it...

but anyways long story short....i took my gold chain...called my dad and offered to sell it to him for a couple hundred dollars...just enough money to put gas in my car...and get something to eat....he wound up just giving me the money....no strings attached...

for the next month...i ate once a day....peanut butter & jelly sandwiches...or something like that...i lost 30 pounds....some of that was probably from the stress....
 
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well...i started looking around my apartment for shit i could pawn....the only thing i felt i had of any value to anyone else...was a gold chain i hadn't worn in years...i don't really wear jewelry any more...

this happened around the financial collapse of 2008...

what made it even more stressful...was a couple of things...

number one....my credit cards were just about at their limit...and when i called my bank (bank of america) to see about increasing my credit limit...and not only did they not increase my limit...they DECREASED IT to just above the balance i owed...

so for instance...i had a limit of $15,000....my balance was $13,800....i called to get an increase to like $20,000 ...and keep in my mind up to this point...i had never missed a payment...i had never failed to make at least the minimum payment....

but bank of america...not only rejects my request to get an increase to $20,000....they dropped my limit from $15,000 to $13,900...and tell me to pay it down if i wanna free up some credit...

and i had another credit card with them with a super low interest rate....that i had never used...and they just outright cancelled that one...

so basically at that point..i was like..FUCK BANK OF AMERICA....i've never gotten good customer service from them anytime i've had an issue...

the other thing that made the situation even more stressful...was my car was gettin' older and startin' to breakdown sporadically...hoses would bust...wires were corroding....it leaked oil....it would overheat..etc...

basically...if it broke down any time during that month...i was fucked...i couldn't pay to get it repaired....and i worked in an area...where from where i lived to where i worked...it would have been a 3-hour bus ride....one way...it was a 30-minute drive with a personal vehicle...

and then the job i had....was so cheap...they had extra work for me to do....but they never wanted to pay me any overtime to do it...

but anyways long story short....i took my gold chain...called my dad and offered to sell it to him for a couple hundred dollars...just enough money to put gas in my car...and get something to eat....he wound up just giving me the money....no strings attached...

for the next month...i ate once a day....peanut butter & jelly sandwiches...or something like that...i lost 30 pounds....some of that was probably from the stress....
You survived tho!
And fuck Bank of America
 
well...i started looking around my apartment for shit i could pawn....the only thing i felt i had of any value to anyone else...was a gold chain i hadn't worn in years...i don't really wear jewelry any more...

this happened around the financial collapse of 2008...

what made it even more stressful...was a couple of things...

number one....my credit cards were just about at their limit...and when i called my bank (bank of america) to see about increasing my credit limit...and not only did they not increase my limit...they DECREASED IT to just above the balance i owed...

so for instance...i had a limit of $15,000....my balance was $13,800....i called to get an increase to like $20,000 ...and keep in my mind up to this point...i had never missed a payment...i had never failed to make at least the minimum payment....

but bank of america...not only rejects my request to get an increase to $20,000....they dropped my limit from $15,000 to $13,900...and tell me to pay it down if i wanna free up some credit...

and i had another credit card with them with a super low interest rate....that i had never used...and they just outright cancelled that one...

so basically at that point..i was like..FUCK BANK OF AMERICA....i've never gotten good customer service from them anytime i've had an issue...

the other thing that made the situation even more stressful...was my car was gettin' older and startin' to breakdown sporadically...hoses would bust...wires were corroding....it leaked oil....it would overheat..etc...

basically...if it broke down any time during that month...i was fucked...i couldn't pay to get it repaired....and i worked in an area...where from where i lived to where i worked...it would have been a 3-hour bus ride....one way...it was a 30-minute drive with a personal vehicle...

and then the job i had....was so cheap...they had extra work for me to do....but they never wanted to pay me any overtime to do it...

but anyways long story short....i took my gold chain...called my dad and offered to sell it to him for a couple hundred dollars...just enough money to put gas in my car...and get something to eat....he wound up just giving me the money....no strings attached...

for the next month...i ate once a day....peanut butter & jelly sandwiches...or something like that...i lost 30 pounds....some of that was probably from the stress....
That’s wild bro
I hope shit is running smoothly for you now
 
Damn some of ya'll stories got me like:eek2::eek:

Other stories about making decisions about terminally ill loved ones legit had me feeling:crying:
 
Well my mom died a couple of days before my bar exam. It was the worst day in my life. The pain still resonates today. I was thinking of not taking the exam but I went to take it and passed it the first time and flew to Nigeria for the funeral three days after the exam.
 
Well my mom died a couple of days before my bar exam. It was the worst day in my life. The pain still resonates today. I was thinking of not taking the exam but I went to take it and passed it the first time and flew to Nigeria for the funeral three days after the exam.
Condolences fam, i dont know how you could even concentrate on the test after her passin.

When that day comes i wish the same strength for me. Every time she says she dont feel good i shake.
 
When my wife died my father-in-law said that I wasn't going to get my daughter back. I complained to my girlfriend at the time. She said "I got some cousins from out of town. Say the word and I'll have them come get her tomorrow."

I was ready to do it, but suddenly it occurred to me that 1) I don't know these people 2) they don't know my late wife's family like that 3) assuming everything goes well what are they going to want in return?

In the end I turned it down because although I love my daughter I don't trust a stranger to commit a felony on my behalf out of the goodness of their heart. especially one that's going to put an amber alert on everybody's phone.
 
Surrounded by 20 Hoover Crips outside of a Ice Cube 2Short show in Anaheim, Celebrity Theater. God saved me that night, can't go into real details without revealing my Secret Identity. We had met Cube in front of his moms crib and were following him to the show. This fool started speeding and we couldn't keep up, so when we finally arrived his bitch ass was already inside and me and the crew were in the parking lot trying to get past Security Even though me and my crew were well known.

Cube was the headliner so we didn't leave until maybe 9PM? Don't remember shit was 28 years ago and we were drinking Thunderbird and blueberry coolaid even though I was driving, with my dumb ass. Took about 45 Minutes to get there from Inglewood. Don't know how I found the spot, had never been there and there was no smartphone and no Thomas guide in the van.

Anyway, after 30 minutes or so of politicking we decided to leave. While walking through the lot I head a bam behind me and I see one of the homies wrestling on the hood of a car with a dude trying to take his Raider jacket. I break the shit up, and we try and bounce but cats was like nah, give up the coat. Me being Mr. Pro black hit them with the "We all brothers, Boyz n tha Hood" speech and this tall cat blindsides with the cheap shot.

So your boy has a cut mouth, loose tooth and the rest of the homies broke to the car to get the gat. A ninjas just snapped and started sleeping dudes left and right. While I'm Hulking these Chitaria ass dudes, their lil ass OG walks up and say "Leave big man".

I snapped out of my rage and got the homie out of there "With his Coat".

Reflecting on it, that was most gangsta and dumbest shit I ever did. I almost died for a $100 coat that wasn't mine and could have lost a tooth as well.

http://articles.latimes.com/1990-12-29/local/me-6521_1_rap-show
 
Arrested by vice...long story... Wanted to hit me with a shitload of charges but couldn't find anything or figure out my connection... Was in the holding cell picking their brain they slipped up and gave me to much info... Had me in the room trying to get info out of me I played my best keyser soze role...Had the head arresting officer pissed as s hit at me for playing extra dumb..Had to let me go..got hit with the extra small misdemeanor charge..no jail no prison time..was only in the cell for a few hrs..it was an interesting experience
Them fucking raids were annoying as fuck. They almost got me 2 times. Once at 133rd in Harlem. RIP Mike Kirly the bouncer he gave me a dap as I was walking in. He kept me talking outside when Manhattan North Vice turned the corner and shut down the block and raided the spot. @Mixd had walked in ahead of me with the owner of one of Queens biggest clubs. My boy snuck them upstairs to the second floor before vice came through the front door. Vice didn't have a warrant for the second floor so they trashed the spot and didn't leave till like 7am.

The second time was a loft in Canal Street they came in @ 3:55 am 5 mins before we shut it down, Vice couldn't find the light switch and ended up locking up the wrong people for some bullshit.
 
3 months after asking my wife for a divorce, she informs me that she's pregnant last month.
and the chick that im currently seeing got pregnant at the same time. both due dates will be within days of each other.


Hey, you kept it real bruh! RAW lol but damn, they double tapped you! It's cool man, them blessings will enrich your life!
 
When my wife died my father-in-law said that I wasn't going to get my daughter back. I complained to my girlfriend at the time. She said "I got some cousins from out of town. Say the word and I'll have them come get her tomorrow."

I was ready to do it, but suddenly it occurred to me that 1) I don't know these people 2) they don't know my late wife's family like that 3) assuming everything goes well what are they going to want in return?

In the end I turned it down because although I love my daughter I don't trust a stranger to commit a felony on my behalf out of the goodness of their heart. especially one that's going to put an amber alert on everybody's phone.
So do you have your daughter with you now and how did you get her back?
 
I've had my share. Most involved pussy. Here are a few:
  • I was a 19 year old sophomore at UGA and a reservist. Once on my weekend drill in Macon, GA I met this hood rat that was a 15 year old sophomore in High School. Ya'll know the rest...rubber came off in the bitch and I sweated bullets for 30 days in the dorms up at Georgia. I was thinking statutory rape, baby with a hoodrat, dropping out of school, etc. Thankfully we found out she's sterile. That was 30 years ago. She's 44 now and I still fuck her when I have to work in GA.
  • I was banging another hood rat in Athens, GA. Fucked her for 3 years and told her to kick rocks. She hooks back up with an ex and then gives me the pussy one more time. 2 months later she says she's pregnant. Here's the dilemma. She asks me "what do you want to do". I can A.) Tell that bitch to fuck off, and go tell her story to that other nigga that's really the daddy because ain't no way I fucked you for 3 years with no mistakes and now as soon as you break up with that fool I got you pregnant?!? B.) Take the L and pay for the abortion of another nigga's kid because I simply can't take the chance or C.) Tell her to have the baby and we just do a blood test later. Man, abortions were $300 back then and she said she'd meet me half way. I dropped that $150 just to get me some peace of mind! I'm 90% sure she colluded with that other nigga to get me to pay for their mistake but I simply couldn't take the chance. I think I got off cheap.
 
Surrounded by 20 Hoover Crips outside of a Ice Cube 2Short show in Anaheim, Celebrity Theater. God saved me that night, can't go into real details without revealing my Secret Identity. We had met Cube in front of his moms crib and were following him to the show. This fool started speeding and we couldn't keep up, so when we finally arrived his bitch ass was already inside and me and the crew were in the parking lot trying to get past Security Even though me and my crew were well known.

Cube was the headliner so we didn't leave until maybe 9PM? Don't remember shit was 28 years ago and we were drinking Thunderbird and blueberry coolaid even though I was driving, with my dumb ass. Took about 45 Minutes to get there from Inglewood. Don't know how I found the spot, had never been there and there was no smartphone and no Thomas guide in the van.

Anyway, after 30 minutes or so of politicking we decided to leave. While walking through the lot I head a bam behind me and I see one of the homies wrestling on the hood of a car with a dude trying to take his Raider jacket. I break the shit up, and we try and bounce but cats was like nah, give up the coat. Me being Mr. Pro black hit them with the "We all brothers, Boyz n tha Hood" speech and this tall cat blindsides with the cheap shot.

So your boy has a cut mouth, loose tooth and the rest of the homies broke to the car to get the gat. A ninjas just snapped and started sleeping dudes left and right. While I'm Hulking these Chitaria ass dudes, their lil ass OG walks up and say "Leave big man".

I snapped out of my rage and got the homie out of there "With his Coat".

Reflecting on it, that was most gangsta and dumbest shit I ever did. I almost died for a $100 coat that wasn't mine and could have lost a tooth as well.

http://articles.latimes.com/1990-12-29/local/me-6521_1_rap-show
I swear we got some real connected people up on here walking around and nobody knows. Anonymity is a motherfucker, ain't it?
 
Identity Theft...
Back in 2017 my savings and checking was cleaned out in November and December, and credit destroyed.
Some massive high interest loans were taken out in my name and wired to some out of state banks.
Tried working with the police on it but they are a sad joke.
Someone did my taxes and put a LOT of deductions totaling about $6,000 and it was suppose to get wired to a bank in Tennessee.
Unfortunately for them I fell behind on my child support and the AG snatched the return before it hit their bank so I guess jokes on them....
:eek::eek2::eek::eek2::eek::eek2::eek:
 
Surrounded by 20 Hoover Crips outside of a Ice Cube 2Short show in Anaheim, Celebrity Theater. God saved me that night, can't go into real details without revealing my Secret Identity. We had met Cube in front of his moms crib and were following him to the show. This fool started speeding and we couldn't keep up, so when we finally arrived his bitch ass was already inside and me and the crew were in the parking lot trying to get past Security Even though me and my crew were well known.

Cube was the headliner so we didn't leave until maybe 9PM? Don't remember shit was 28 years ago and we were drinking Thunderbird and blueberry coolaid even though I was driving, with my dumb ass. Took about 45 Minutes to get there from Inglewood. Don't know how I found the spot, had never been there and there was no smartphone and no Thomas guide in the van.

Anyway, after 30 minutes or so of politicking we decided to leave. While walking through the lot I head a bam behind me and I see one of the homies wrestling on the hood of a car with a dude trying to take his Raider jacket. I break the shit up, and we try and bounce but cats was like nah, give up the coat. Me being Mr. Pro black hit them with the "We all brothers, Boyz n tha Hood" speech and this tall cat blindsides with the cheap shot.

So your boy has a cut mouth, loose tooth and the rest of the homies broke to the car to get the gat. A ninjas just snapped and started sleeping dudes left and right. While I'm Hulking these Chitaria ass dudes, their lil ass OG walks up and say "Leave big man".

I snapped out of my rage and got the homie out of there "With his Coat".

Reflecting on it, that was most gangsta and dumbest shit I ever did. I almost died for a $100 coat that wasn't mine and could have lost a tooth as well.

http://articles.latimes.com/1990-12-29/local/me-6521_1_rap-show
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So do you have your daughter with you now and how did you get her back?

Never did. I hit rock bottom soon after and was barely even able to keep a roof over my own head. It took 2 years to get back on my feet and during that time I wasn't allowed to have any contact with her. Grandpa eventually let me visit her, but by that point we barely even recognized each other. After a while he started playing games again. For instance, I wasn't able to take her to the movies like I promised her because I forgot to wish him a Happy New Year. Wasn't allowed to give her a call on her birthday, etc.

That led to an even bigger dilemma.

On one hand, I could take him to court and I'd probably win, but on the other hand 1) I would be ripping her away from the only home and family she's known since she was 18 months 2) Her grandfather has more resources to look after her 3) Her aunt is a straight thug with a bunch of people that would easily put a bullet in my head.

In the end of the day she has a brother and two sisters that I do get to spend time with so for now I focus my attention on them. I still send her a christmas and birthday present every year (even though they somehow keep getting broken or go missing the day she gets them) and wait for the day she gets old enough to come to me. Neither of us live far from a BART station so it's only a matter of time.
 
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