It’s Official, I live in the hood. (WARNING explicit content, not for small children)

So here it is… I know I haven’t posted a blog in a while, but I have a riveting and gut wrench post about my life. It all started Monday Oct 30th on the eve of Halloween. I was having an amazing day. I sold well over my quota at work, and school was easy and good that night. I even got out of my evening class early…. Dun dun dun.

I did my usual thing after class, walked to the train station and got on the train. On my train ride life was good, I was listening to my healed IPOD (story for another time but it’s an awesome story.) When I got off the train I started walking up the hill to my house. The train station is about 5 blocks from my house. At this time it was about 10 PM. And a beautiful night, the air was warm and there wasn’t too much of a breeze, and the nice sent of fall was around with the sound of leaves under my feet. I was looking at the ground thinking about how I should draw a leaf for my acceptance portfolio to Tyler school of art. Then all of a sudden… I got shoved from behind and I hit the ground. I was facing a tree and there was a fence to my left. I turned around pissed wounding if it was one of the kids on my block trying to be funny, but it wasn’t. Some guy ran up on me and said “GIVE ME YOURE FUCKING MONEY!!” and it looked like he had a knife or gun or was just holding his hand too look like that. I don’t know which. Regardless I did what the movies tell you to do. Throw up your hands and say I don’t have anything. I don’t know why, but I guess he didn’t believe me, so he punched me on the right side of my head. I then tried to protect my head from the blows thrown at me. The whole time he was throwing me complements like “Shut the Fuck up” and “Mother Fucker” and “I’m going Fuck you up” (sorry about all the curse words, its life, deal) I was struggling and yelled help a few times only to have a foot reply to ribs. I then got the idea to play possum. I thought maybe if I act like they had knocked me out they would stop punching me and just take my stuff. So I did just that. Then all of a sudden I realized they were dragging me. This I didn’t like, so I thought, forget this acting crap I don’t wanna die. When they were dragging me they bumped me into a fence so I reached out and grabbed it to stop my motion. I couldn’t see a thing through this whole thing because they had my hoodie pulled up over my head. When I grabbed the fence they decided that id let go if they kicked me. But I didn’t let go. I finally was able to see out of my hoodie and I saw 4 guys above. What a complement, they knew they need four guys to take down a beast like Chris Schwartz. As soon as I looked up they punched me in the head again and said “we don’t wanna see your face.” Then I felt hands go into my pockets and take my phone and ipod and train pass. (the train pass was only good for one more day so who cares) Then they took my back pack off me. And kicked me again. I guess for good measure. The whole time the main guy was saying “I’m going to knock you fucking out if you move. I’m going to knock you Fucking out.” The main guy came up to me and Said “GIVE ME WHATS IN YOUR FUCKING POCKETS!! OR ILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!!” I replied, “I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING IN MY FUCKING POCKETS! AND STOP FUCKING HITTING ME!!!” He then said “ILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!!” I said “ IF YOU HIT ME ONE MORE TIME YOU WONT GET NEER MY POCKETS! NOW BACK THE FUCK UP.” I stood up despite him getting ready to punch me and showed him that my pockets had nothing in them. His homies had already taken the stuff out of my pockets. When I showed him he backed down and went over to my back pack with his other friend. They were disappointed that there was only 3 bucks in my wallet. So then they proceeded to search the rest of my back pack and steal my phone, camera, ipod, and computer. The thing I was most upset about was the fact that all my art work was gone with my computer. That sucked… A lot!

But all considering that situation life is good. Right now it is 3 days later and I still don’t have any of that stuff back, but my body is fine. I’m a little sore on my side and my head still hurts a little, but Praise God that I’m ok. I don’t even have any visible bruises. I could have gotten shot, stabbed, or even beaten unconscious. So praise God. I learned a lot of lessons out of it, but I don’t have time to write them. Maybe ask me some time and id love to tell you. But hey that was only my first jumping so I have it a lot better the other people around here.

I hope my post was not disappointingly boring. It has been awhile so I decided to make sure my next post was better then the rest, and hey this whole story is true. If you try to call me you’ll see my phone is out of service, so it’s true.

I would post picture... but my camera got stollen, remember!