Got out ten yrs ago. Then Worked for some private military companies in mid east for a bit then moved on

Chasing big score part 2.

Its now 2005, obv 2005 was a big year for my degen game.

Id been keeping an eye out for that big opportunity.

One random night i meet a hottie. I beat guts. We talk shop and she is a waitress at the Wynn. Im like cool. She talks about her ****ty day and getting bumped and spilling a drink on a customer. When uve been on the hustle since 15 ur wheels turn fast. I say you should spill hot coffee down my back and ill sue the **** outta the Wynn. She laughs and says they dont make it that crazy hot so people dont burn themselves. I mull it over. We come up w a plan that ill rent a room for a few days, take some opiates, and in my room ill boil water w coffee machine and pour it down my own back. Put on shirt..go downstairs...and when she sees me and someone orders coffee she will swing through, and spill it down my back. We had some other details but thats the gist. Im chomping at the bit to get it done. We are silent from beginning. No phone calls, no public meeting, nothing. We r getting closer and closer to the day. Im questioning her commitment and finding her lack of faith....disturbing. Ha. I give her the speech basically from godfather. "If i scald my back and u dont come pour that coffee on me for any reason... because you get busy, ur on break, you get hit by a bolt of lightning...that i will NOT forgive". She asks what id do and laughs. I said ill pour acid on her face. And meant every word. She backs out, and i lose steve wynns money that was already mentally in my account. .
Big score 2 lost...
But there would be others...

Ranger...

Please.write.book!!!!

can you post some pics ranger

i would love to see some photographic memoirs

Big score prequel
aka spoils of war pt 1

2004 i had my two biggest instant hits. I wanna call them scores. One was a heist, one was a robbery.

First of all... Iraq when i got there was pretty nuts. Not in terms of violence but in terms of cash. There is a position called FOO, financial...something... Officer...
Anyway each unit is getting FOO money that is paying for all the units local needs/expenses etc. This is not a few hundred bucks. There are hundreds of millions of dollars of greenbacks being shipped all over the country at any one time.

Now we were basically pirates. If we raided a house and had to take someone away, saw an opportunity, etc we were confiscating everything you had. We were going BIG. As more n more people found more n more money our games got bigger. We werent exactly planning for the future, all cash on table.

Usually if you found an arab w a lot of american money they were involved in the insurgency. At least thats what we told ourselves.

So we would set up these little traffic checkpoints by parking our car in the middle of the most major highway or intersection we could find. We would then drag people outta cars and search vehicles. Completely ****ing up traffic. Ruining everyones day. I mean youve never seen ten guys cause so much chaos in your life i guarantee it. So good.
Anyway this particular day we get down the line of vehicles and i see a big truck that has the double decker bed to pull cars. There are two guys. One is clutching a bulky manila envelope. I tell him to show it to me. When i open it it is full of 100's. You may be surprised at how many hundreds u can stuff in a manila envelope. The guys tell my interpreter that they just came from turkey and were selling cars. These are their profits.
The one guy who outranks me is the one i was betting with in earlier story. Dudes a shark too.
He tells me i have 5 minutes to think of what i wanna do and get these guys outta here. My whole units on a little outpost. The main base in that area is called the KRAB and so im like ok heres what well do. I get an official hand receipt out of the humvee, tell the interpreter to tell the guys that we have a mandate to confiscate/investigate any US currency over X amount. I count the money, make 2 hand receipts with a fake name on them. They sign both and i give em one. Tell them take it to the military police at gate of the KRAB and
take the receipts and a note i hand wrote them saying to pay them their money if they have reciepts and i sign it "sincerely, General Abizaid". Goddamn im a callous mother****er. I send them to the main airbase we dont live at w a hand jammed letter i signed as the 4 star general. Ahhhhh. Victory. I walk to my vehicle. My squad leader had kept everyone feom my squad away. He asks if i took it. I smile. He asks if theres any chance it blows back on us. I shake head. He bellows a laugh and says lets get the **** outta here!
We haul ass back to base, leaving this traffic situation in absolute chaos.
We go to his connex and divide the booty. Spoils of war ftw. The game that night is juicy.

Spoils of war part two

Thinking back now on those days in Iraq its striking to me just how enterprising everyone was. Everyone, to a man, had an eye peeled for opportunity.

One of the combat medics was a guy that id never really associated with in the states, but i had been to a sick foam party, and we both had seen each other rolling BALLS on some top notch E. We had both kept quiet, until i see him in Iraq. He looks drunk. I chop it up about the rave. Hes like dude, you wanna ****ing get high? I say hells ya and we hop in back of a field ambulance. This was my first experience w morphine. He shoots me up. I cant sit up. Im laying face down on floor in back of ambulance like dude wtf. It felt amazing. Slowly but surely we are taking all the meds over the month. Now not only am i viciously hunting down every dollar i can find but im also trying to angle for all the shootable drugs in the army, and in Iraq ha ha ha... Opportunities abound. So one day my medic friend/drug buddy charges into my connex. Hes frantic. He says he just came back from the KRAB and asks if i know what FOO money is. I say of course. He says LT xxxxx is the FOO officer, he just got a ton of cash and stashed it somewhere here on our FOB. I ask how much. Im thinkin ten grand or some ****. Im sitting on my cot playing HALO. he says a file folder box full. I literally lept outta my seat.

Im like dude my mind is working too fast, lets get high so i can think about this.

Hes like we can probably swipe ten k without anyone noticing. I say we r taking the whole box, and burying it, getting grid coordinates, and that way even if we have to come back in years we will collect it and itll be our retirement. I mull it over. Better idea. We will waterproof it and sink that bitch to the bottom of the aqua duct and not worry about someone finding it. He agrees.
I get that tingly rush knowing there is what we had come to refer to as "dark ops" on the horizon.

At some point we figure out that the only place he could have put it is in the Arms room. Arms rooms in the US are like bank vaults but the one on our ****hole in iraq was just a padlocked wooden door. After much prying we finally see it being opened often enough to have the combo. The room couldnt be bigger than 12 by 12. I get it open, look around QUICKLY, see no box. Close it like wtf. Look every place it could be, including an expedition into the lieutenants locked connex quarters..
It nowhere.
The arms room is only logical place.
Re infiltrate arms room. See the that seals are broken on what i think are containers for mortars. Open em up....
JACKPOT.
many rolls of hundreds stacked up in round containers the size of bread loaves. But **** me there are only two. My buddy signals coast is clear. Come out, lock door, walk out and past the commo guy w his back turned and boom run for dear life. Grab entrenching tool. Bury it behind someone elses connex til **** blows over. A day or so later the whole Company has surprise "health and welfare inspection". Everyone's **** torn apart w no explanation, but i knew. Getting my piece back to America would become its own adventure, but the problem of hiding/smuggling money is always better than the problem of not having it, in my experience.

Ranger - I enjoy your stories but the last two are straight F'ed up and straight criminal thug. You are obviously one of the reasons that our special forces doesn't have a good reputation over there. Granted I say this and I'm a complete civilian (non military) but man degening around is one thing but straight stealing an innocent Iraqis money and stealing from your own base is aggro. #endofrant

Yup I was thinking the same thing.

That's was past degenerate and into the scumbag human being realm. I can already tell from your stories you have 0 morals but keep them coming. Entertainment value level 10

Yeah for sure, messed up but definitely worth the read

You can already tell that huh?
Not from the stories about preparing to murder, using drugs, banging pros, large scale counterfeiting, adultery, conspiracy to commit insurance fraud, bookmaking etc....

But now, after a story of theft the picture has become clear?

Let me congratulate you both on being so astute.

Ive eye rolled my way through this thread and others of a similar nature. The things that shock you people are so vanilla.

Im a monster, no ifs ands or buts.


Im not sorry for any of it.

Such a sweet boy.
Heres some for you.
I was attached to an SF team to provide as a quick reaction force. If i can do anything i can shoot. Long way. Already a ranger grad and special forces selection grad at this point. The team i was attached were like vikings. I mean these guys would rain fire on ****. It was biblical. We were chasing a high level Iraqi from the regime named Izaat al Duri. King of clubs if i recall. Went allover country looking for this guy. One night we think we have him. Got him at gunpoint in front of his family. The guy WILL NOT LISTEN. SF Team leader maces the **** out of this guy. He goes through the motions but the generally calms. When we would be hunting high value targets a special operator from a certain gov agency would be nearby to confirm identity. We call our guy and he shows up. Looks over the guy, asks questions for a few minutes. Says this isnt our guy. The guy starts going ape**** again. I imagine he was saying something like i told you so. The special operator pulls out a tazer and shocked this guy right in the neck. Apparently chem mace is flammable cus the guy goes up like easy light charcoal. Burns to death in front of his family. We bounce. Two more spots to hit that night.

At the next hole a guy tried resisting and one of the other SF guys punched him in the face.
The guy went down and never woke up.

Few days im out w a different set of guys. Convoy hit by ied. Lot of gunfire behind me. A dude i knew had shot a field full of women on other side of vehicle . i ask what happened. Hes like "bro you think youre a shooter? I headshot this girl in full stride! She was like 15 so you know shes fast!"

Just like that. The one girl who survived was prob 7. Cryin her eyes out. He tried giving her a blowpop and she wouldnt take it. Sobbing. Dude says "get over it".

This was all in about a week.
And im only telling stories i know i wont be hunted down over. Welcome to the real world

Im not responding to any more comments or questions.

Idk what so say to that last story.

If you want to harm yourself, our corrupt government, and a casino I could care less.. Stealing and killing likely innocent people whom are having their homes and family destroyed admist a war they most likely want no part of is just wrong...

Didnt kill anyone in those stories, just bore witness. Im just talking to this kid about the truth of the warzone and **** people do. Im not trying to justify anything. Im not arguing that its all wrong or right. I just dont care.

Ranger is either an amazingly imaginative ex-military type or, more likely, the type of character and personality that results from systematically training young men to kill.

I'm not saying it's inherently a good or bad reality that his type exist. He's a natural result of his experiences, plain and simple.

For his sake, and speaking as an addict to an addict, I truly hope he finds that living in HARMONY with your fellow man is exponentially more rewarding than living as a parasite.

To encourage, motivate, facilitate, inspire, and/or educate others people isn't as exciting or fun as high stakes living, but I can almost guarantee you it's less stressful and more rewarding in a deeper, more spiritual sense.

Ironically, being altruistic(if you have a nose for business) can pay financial dividends as well. Interestingly enough, networking and loyalty are both assets in the business community(both qualities exhibited by Ranger in his FOO theft story!).

Just remember, as we learned from our collective fascination with Ranger and his stories, life is complicated. Don't become antisocial like Ranger. Be a more like Robbin Hood, bros. A decent degen hurts ONLY himself!

His is a cautionary tale. Ranger either forgot or never learned that you don't fak with other people's $ without permission. Have at least a little compassion bra. Don't celebrate your opportunistic ignorance and emotional void. Intelligent and substantive people will avoid you and YOUR quality of life will deteriorate and YOU WILL SUFFER.


I hope everyone reading this pauses and considers the importance of compassion in your daily life. See the other side, then decide. I rarely fault or chastise people for their transgressions as I have many faults of my own. Deep down though, I wonder, given the same circumstances, if I would be like Ranger...

In closing, I wish all you Degens luck(even you Ranger God knows WE need it...it's so much more FUN when you book a win ;p

P.S. Ranger, despite your darker side, thank you for serving. America, **** yeah!!!!

So heres where most of this **** culminates. The reason i gave most of the two pages of backstory. A perfect storm of good decision and bad luck.

One of my soldiers comes to me and says that one of our arabs that worked on the FOB Who was kind of our "finder", had shown him some clay goof balls, what looked like an old scroll and some ****ty jewelry.

I go check it out, get pics. Scour web to find out what it is and send pics to the first "expert" that replies.
Now at this same time that im waiting for a reply it comes out that lt xxxxxx who was in charge of the FOO money we took has been caught trying to send 50k back to his wife in the US. the foo money. Apparently the **** heads that were working the detail at post office on the KRAB had been intercepting and stealing peoples care packages, their ordered electronics, etc, and now CID had started investigating. Dunno exactly how he was caught but one related to the other. Come to find out he had been sending packages to her once a week.
Our first sgt line up the company. Said if anyone is caught w big cash its game over. Theyll confiscate it. Theyre gonna physically search everyone and their belonging on the trip back. He says he knows there a poker game going on and that since there is no gambling allowed we are outta luck too.
Im ****ting bricks because not only do i have in the tens of thousands of poker cash, halo winnings etc... But also 2 mortar casing full of cash i havent even counted.

We r like a month or so out from leaving and im like shiiiit. I had a good plan for the loose cash but the FOO money im stuck on.
The guy gets back to me and says the clay balls are cuneiform tablets from ****ing ancient Mesopatamia. I ask the only question that matters.
Whats it worth. He. Replies priceless. I ask if he means in the historical significance kinda way or the financial kinda way. He says if all the things i sent him pics of are really what they look like then priceless in the i can ask whatever i want and someone will buy em kinda way.

I get a fever. FEVER. i shut email and haul ass to where this guy is. I say bring anything you can get your filthy hands on, and ill give you US dollars. That night i dig up my half of the FOO money. its alot. To this day the most i ever held or had access to. That was ONE container. Anyhow over the next couple weeks i buy all kinds of goodies. Fill two footlockers full. Hid rest of cash.
The supply sgt, platoon sgt come to footlockers before they are sealed. Supply guy rifles through my newly found priceless ancient artifacts and ask me if i have any cash in there. Say no. He closes and seals boxes. Boom.

Fast forward like a year and we are at the end of the chili dog story. That flip girl flys to mid east. Russian lives near strip. My wife, the polish girl is in north vegas. Joined airforce and went to basic while i was in Iraq. Stationed at nellis afb.

Ok i dont know every little detail here but ill lay out what i do.
Somehow the flip girl got my wifes number (flashback to warning one that they have an intel network like the NSA), calls the wife and asks if she knows me. Its 3am in vegas btw. Wife says ya, thinks somethings wrong. Flip said whats wrong is ive been ****ing your husband for x amount of months.

Wife says nothing of this but begins gathering her own intel. Im getting ready to go back overseas but have to do a trainup. Spend last night in vegas w the russian stripper. Leave. Get to airport. Fly. Land and am at baggage claim in washington dc when i get buzz from russian.
Answer.
Her: why didnt you tell me youre married.
Me: what?
Her: your wife just called me.

Im confused. Couldnt be polish broad. The flip!?

Me: did she have a funny accent? Euro or diff?
Her: yes accent, who cares. Are you married?
Phone clicks have another call, its the korean stripper that introduced ne to the russian one. Says she got call from some bitch saying she was my wife but that she knows its just my crazy flip "ex". I agree. She says she will talk to russian.

Flip calls. Said wife called. I tell her it was a contract marriage, wanna be done w it but girl doesnt wanna stop collecting the money and is trying to burn my life down.
I can tell she wants to believe me but is shaky.
I truly love this crazy bitch(lol, my loves prob not like yours). She says im a liar and that ill never hear her voice again. Im at the airport, walk straight to delta and tell them first flight that gets to dubai. I leave 2 hours later. No check in w people there in DC to pick me up for work, nothing. Not a word to anyone. Just gotta save this thing w my baby. Boom im on other side of the world. I go into her building. Off elevator at her floor. Theres only 3 apartments on her floor and all doors are open. I hear sobbing drom her flat and hear her say he hasnt called me for two days, i was such a bad girl etc. Im like oh ****! Shes blaming herself!? I walk in and all her friends are like awwwwwwwwww. She says what are you doing here. I say i came to make my baby feel better. Some of these whores are actually crying. Im in shock and im like holy **** im gonna make it outta this unscathed!??! I still havent dealt w polish wife girl but **** it. I didnt want her anyway. I decide to stay in country w flip chick for like two weeks. Over like ten days the flip girl asks me all kinds of probing questions. Shes being sheepish but i know that this dragonlady is not to be trifled with. I answer carefully.
Two days before im supposed to leave she says your wife called back. I say whatd she say? She said "tell xxx that if he doesnt call me in the next two hours im throwing all his **** in the trash". I fumble phone, look at watch, ask when she called.
She says . .


"The day you got here".



I read her face and this is no bluff.

I walk outside.

I call the wife.

She asks where i am and i say not there.

I ask if she threw my **** away. She says no, she just wanted me to call. Says " that chinese whore you got is a real piece of work". I say what do you mean. She says that when she called and threatened to throw my **** out that the flip responded "youre so low class. Throw it away if that helps you. Ill buy him all new thing in Europe".

I laugh and scream internally. Laugh because it sounds just like the pretentious stuffy bird i love. Scream because i know that beneath wifes calm demeanor she is not to be ****ed with.

I say leave my **** alone ill be home in a few days.

Me and flip chick solve probs, so to speak, and i leave a few days later.

I arrive in Vegas. Just blew of contract of a lifetime to save relationship w flip chick. I go to my place by the Cannery casino. Open door. The only thing in the whole place was my couch.

You gotta realize. Those two footlockers from iraq filled w priceless artifacts? They were the stand for my plasma tv. Still locked. Still filled. They were my retirement plan, not to be sold til long after iraq war. Now they are gone. They also have all my extra iraq cash that i didnt wanna have to pay taxes on. I sit on my couch. I see the arm still has chili cheese from the hotdog episode. I dont laugh. Dial wife. She asks where i am, i say home where are you. Im feeling around top of closet where i kept my Springfield XD .357 sig. Its gone. Bitch even vacuumed the carpet.

I say meet me at my place, that me and flip are done.
She shows up and stays on other side of car. I stay calm, because i know she isnt dumb enough to throw my **** out.
"Wheres my ****"
" i put everything i could carry in the goodwill box by the cannery casino, which was everything except the couch".
I tank. Read face. No bluff. I ask if she threw guns in there. She says no, gets in car pulls out some receipts that are for lvpd. Reason for turning in guns: my husband abandoned me.
I think my face changed. I look at her. She says she just told her mother that she was coming to see me and if something happens yadda yadda. In my head im like im gonna kill you AND your mom.

She leaves. Texts me.
" i left the couch for u to sleep on. I know u love that couch. Its comfortable. One of the guys i work with ****ed me on it about a week ago".

I think. Ok prioritize bro. You can still recover. First mission is to secure bankroll. Find your ****!.. I go to the box at cannery. Empty. Go to the main goodwill depot. Make inquiry. They say its a hub and **** comes in and is gone within four days. I walk without authorization up n down every aisle in warehouse. Nothing. Go to the dozen dumpsters in back, nothing. Guy says we keep what looks like it will sell and toss the rest.
Maybe she kept it.
Neighbor says he saw wife and her friend carrying all the **** to dumpster. Thought they were movin.
She told me goodwill just to give me hope.
Im like ok.
Collection of private artifacts gone.
Extra cash.. Gone.
Contract ruined.
Hmmm
Well i still have 90k in an account in tx i kept from her....

Ill take it and play poker full time. Basically been doin that anyway.

Fly to tx. Account has zero dollars and is in fact overdrafted.
It all comes rushing back.
First month in iraq, barely 20-21 years old,
Wife said she needed cash. Said id put her on account. Got everything done to do that. Over next two months everyone finds out their wives girlfriends are cheating. Im like **** all that noise... Tell her i cant get her on account but ill send 5 k she says cool. Bank sends checks to my parents address, they forward them to my address, she got them and opened em. Her name and mine side by side.

While i was off consoling the flip bitch my wife had taken checks to account i didnt know she knew about at all and withdrew 5k at a time again and again. When a 5k didnt clear she wrote for four. Of 90.5k she had swiped 89.
Brag-divorced. Survived a ****ing saga with a story to tell.

Beat: lost- 2 footlockers full of priceless artifacts. 89K from texas bank. 40-60K in cash that apparently went in trash w artifacts. Everything i owned.

Variance: still had super hot flip chick.


Thus ends my story, and my answer to "degen, most you lost in a day".


Farewell you mother****ers

dam thats rough

i lost 15k on the blowjays

sick part is when i checked the scores when i woke up
everything else hit and i see how the game went up 3-0
and 4 runs in the 8th inning like really

at this rate looks like imma have to work another square job and rebuild while finishing school so i can degen it away

or join the millitary

what do you think about the marines,navy,army which would be best for enlistment

and whats the real millitary pay like if i join as an e3 or something
it says like 20k plus bonuses

man your conscious must be so filthy rangerdanger

ugh that's disgusting

Confirmed stories from early 2000s military are crazy. I have a coworker who worked in, no joke, disposal of counterfeit money. He would get a big bag of money. Test it himself. Put the real and the fake in two different piles. Turn over the real stuff. Take the fake stuff out to burn it. Fill out some paperwork. Done. One can see how he now owns property far beyond his station. Amazing how much fake money there was on that paperwork.

Just talked to my boy for a couple hours. So much **** i forgot.

So at the point im broke as a joke, in vegas in an apartment w only the couch that i now know my wife ****ed her new bf on...

Sigh. No bankroll. No plan. One of my old soldiers was flying in and wanted to stay w me. I explained situation but say ya. He shows up. We get ******ed. He says this was fun come back to phoenix and stay w me till u get ur **** together. I agree. One last mission before i leave vegas. People that knew her said that she was still wearing ring everywhere, yet when id see her she didnt have it. This **** was expensive as **** and im thinking itll make up for some losses. I imagine its in her car.

Call her and say im leaving vegas forever. Lets say bye. She buys it and is on the way. My dude calls a cab for airport. I move couch to area right around the corner from the door. Look for a binder. Best i can find is the powercord from my laptop. She shows up. Knocks. I open and im like "oh hey, just wanted to see you before i go. "
She starts walkin. Im like
" i know things have been crazy but weve known each oth-" boom, shes in position and i cut myself of by tackling the dog**** outta this bird into couch. I hog tied her with the powercord, already having had one end tied inot a bowline (thanks ranger school).
The whole time my dude is watching shaking his head.

I pull out my knife. Tell her that i know MY ring is in her car, and that i know she has hidden it and hidden it well. Tell her that ill cut that car to pieces till i find it.
She says it in the cupholder.
Sigh.
I take keys. see cab as im grabbing ring. Grab luggage, grab friend. Dont even close door, hop in cab and haul the proverbial ass. Never saw her again.

Enter phoenix. Know theres cardrooms and i can handle business if i get some cash.

Friend didnt tell me he was as broke as me.

Put ring on consignment. No $ till sold.
We live for weeks only giving plasma, then using that sixty a week to buy bags of microwave burritos and big packs of hotdogs.
No bread.
No ketchup.
Only pain.
Somehow im barely eating but getting fatter?
If we have leftover money we get a case of milwaukees best light cus a 30 pack is like 10 bucks at Food City, a grocery store built only for degens and the mexicans.
Friend says theres a place called MDS Pharmaceutical that pays you to stay in facility and do research studies.

Long story short we r gonna get like 5500 to go into this place for like 40 days, all meals etc included. Says they have internet connection etc. This is where my pokerstarsing started up heavy. Had laptop. Enter mds. Skip to end, its over, we get paid a few days later.

Go to casino. God that casino in phoenix, at least at the time had some of the softest games ive seen or even heard of. I feel like a king again. Makin good money. They had like a dozen pit games but i normally stay away.
At this point my roomate who i will call "lito" and i had aquired a new roomate. I met this guy in iraq, he was a field artillery guy on our post. Hes "native american".. Ill call him "injun".
So Injun has made some cash, says he is wanting to go to casino and play BJ. I said i wasnt sure if they have it as theyre limited but ill go. Bring 2k. Get HAMMMMERED. i THINK we were playing pai gow?? Something i hadnt played before and havent since. All i know is that i had 6k and Injun had spun up from a crusty hundo to a clean thousand bucks. We leave. My real habit is partying and women, and my biggest leak is that ill leave a winning session of anything to chase tail.

So we go to the lot, talk to cab driver who is a Somalian. Theres never been any love lost between me and Somalians.
We say take us to millavenue. He says 75$ up front. This is like a 30$ ride but there are no other cabs. Bout to get in and one rolls up. We tell the somali to eat a dick. My friend says "f u AND muhammed, slams door and runs.
We laugh and are off to Mill ave to chase co-eds.
End of the night comes and we leave the bars empty handed. When injun would get drunk his saying was "we r either ****ing or fighting someone tonight". The guy just breathes testosterone.
Well we r walking down the street. Im waaay too drunk. Gonna grab a cab. Go toward cab stand.
Every ****ing somali on the earth was parked there standing outside their cabs. One says something and i hear "mohammed". They all start toward us. I tell injun that even if we lose we must kill at least one of these guys, as there are so many we can say our lives were threatened. He agrees.
For a lil wall in front. I **** you not... Their leader and speaker is like 4'10, COMPLETELY cross eyed, and missing a tooth. I laugh, and as hes talking about us being insensitive i am mocking him like a child. I was young lol. Anyway. My friends between us and the comedy of his face is wearing off. I dunno why i did this but i swipe injun outta the way and sock this crosseyed savage as hard as i can. There was a long pause. All at once they rush my boy. I mean they are on him like... Africanized killer bees. fighting their way past me to get to him. Im baffled but screw it. I start throwing hammers on whomever is in reach. At some point see the first guy still on ground. Tried to stomp on his hand but catch him further up. The whole crowd starts being maced. Im in the moment and not thinking that it may be cops. I fight on. Suddenly im tackled, cuffed. They throw injun and i in the back of the car w both doors still open, trying to figure out what has happened. Im in right back seat. The pepper spray, whiskey, and adrenaline all catch up and im gonna puke. I cant explain any actions from this story its just what happened. Anyway i look out door to right look at injun to left. Look at cops interviewing angry somalis. Its coming up....
Tell injun move over. I lean left and puke all over the floor and seat between us. What comes next is one of the best lines ive ever heard toward a cop.

The cop comes , sees the mess, im laughing. He FREAKS , calls partner, who is PISSED. I say have fun cleaning my puke. Injun says " theyre not gonna clean it, their gonna eat it." and talking like hes talking to a dog says " you gonna eat your slop piggies, hmmmm????" oh man i lost it. They got physical for a moment. They pull out injun, then grabmy cuffed arms by elbows and basically push/drag me across the puke and out opposite side of car. Frisk and pull out cash, wallet etc. Injun says you better not steal our ****ing money pigs. They had called the meat wagon in that drives around picking up all the drunks. Im acting like im too drunk to walk and they dont hesitate to skull drag me to the paddywagon. They literally do a 1-2-3 "Heave and throw me face first one the floor of this thing. Everyone else is sitting on benches on opposite sides of van and cuffed to a bar. So some mexican says i smell like ****. Dunno what i said back but he kicked me in the gut. My boy kicks at him across aisle but cant reach so spits instead. It doesnt take long for both sides to be frantically spitting back n forth across the aisle and for some reason im also being stomped from all sides. This goes on until we get to the jail. The cops open doors and see this ****. Spray mace inside and close door. We get out. Cut to next day i see judge whilst covered in vomit, spit, and the pepperspray snot of like ten dudes. Set pretrial date And lemme go.
We check out of jail. I had 6k. I now have 6 dollars. I honestly was too drunk to know if they told me that at the jail, if cops necer turned it in or what, but i literally have 6 dollars. While injun , who said dont steal our **** etc has every ****ing dollar. Im miffed but whatev.

Go to pretrial, see crosseyed somali coming out of office w his arm casted. ****. Go see prosecutor. Was super cool. Gave me adult diversion, basically gotta pay somalis bills and go to anger management.

Never do either.

Rebuild my roll, winnin, losin. Go to casino and have score for about 3k. Ive got a pregnant asian girl now whos do any day. Go to pick her up at work. Cop pulls me over as im entering lot. Im arrested for warrant from not paying/doing classes in front of my girls work at end of workday in front of all her peers. Ive got 3k on me and am now shook that cops will steal it. Cops cool, counts money, says theres some way i can pay all this at court or some **** and ill be free in an hour. He drives me, girl follows. Im in cuffs at this window paying 2900 bucks. Get uncuffed, released, and after getting gas my 3k day sees me w 50 bucks left.

To be continued

Nice post, you have come a long way since your "Dear God" one.

Amazing posts rangerdanger. I wont bother you with questions or whatever, I just hope you keep posting stories. Best stuff I've read on BBV ever.

RangerDanger is a sick individual. Actually scares me a little bit.

I find myself wanting to be judgmental of RangerDanger, but I am getting such entertainment from his stories that it would feel hypocritical to judge him.

I'm mostly just surprised.

MORE.

I mean, all this stuff (planning to light a woman on fire, etc.) didn't faze me much, but once he ****ed with Ur, I knew this man had no limits.