Jeepers Creepers - Tales of the Past

Alright, so it's late & why not post some old stories of creepers...

If you don't already know, I live in the city. If you don't know where, doesn't really matter, but for arguement's sake SoCal. My old neighborhood was none to great. It wasn't the worst, but I sure as hell wouldn't want to wander around at night by myself.

I remember back on W block... I lived in an apartment complex, locked gates at the front & alley. Anyhow, I was hanging with some friends outside. One of my female friends brings me over to the gate to talk with some guy hanging with his friends out there. I got a very bad vibe off him & I was not pleased with her in the least for telling him who I was and dragging me over there. Well, I forget the name now, but he was basically a self-proclaimed thug. Before asking about my interests and anything else that says to me "I am curious about who you are." He asks if I have a boyfriend (and likely the player lines, I don't recall when was the first time he did this). When the question of relationship status &/or "damn you look fine" comes up before well... absolutely anything else, all this says to me is "I want to fuck you." That NEVER works with me. If anything, it makes me nervous. Anyhow, yeah, I wanted to kill my friend. After that time, I'd seen that guy around on occasion. One of those times was when I was getting out of the pool (probably for the bathroom)... dripping wet in a 2-piece... Daytime, with witnesses, but yeah still nervous (& wondering who left the damn gate unlocked). The last time I remember was when I was walking home from the bus-stop with a male friend of mine (fairly big) who lived next to the apartments. Well, he decided to go off to one of his friend's house instead. About a block & a half, no big deal right? Fuck no, wrong! Go about half a block & across the street I hear that asshole with his pals yelling obscenities about me joining them. It has been long enough to forget exactly what they said, but I can tell you it wasn't polite. I was damned glad I wasn't on their side of the street & they didn't come to me or that probably wouldn't have ended well. I could not get across the intersection (damned cars & no traffic lights) & home quick enough.

Some years later I lived on a different street, but same general neighborhood... There was a main street known for having prositutes (a very long road). I took a bus on that street on a regular basis. I recall a time I was walking home in plain jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. Middle of the day, nobody else on the sidewalk, & I hear "Are you on the job? Do you want to make $100?" from some asshole who just stopped further down on the corner. He repeats it once & I keep walking, pissed but not stupid.

There has been twice that I recall & in 2 places... I don't know if the guys were fucking morons or if I just kept my distance to make things too risky for 'em to try anything. I will just give this advice to you guys. Never hit on a lady from a van, especially with darkened or lacking windows behind the driver's seat. Also, never walk up to someone in a van in which you can not see what is going on in the back. Not only kids & ladies, but guys too. I don't care if they're asking for directions, yell to them.

Why I don't take uber early shifts without a ride... It was a different area than I live now, but it can happen anywhere. It was freezing cold winter. I was walking to the bus in the early pre-dawn morning when I walk past someone with no pants (just a sweatshirt with a hood on their head and hands over the genitals). They weren't threatening, (& although odd) I figured perhaps they got drunk & locked out of thier house or something. To be honest, at that time I couldn't tell if it was a dude or chick. Some time later, same thing. Ok, I'm thinking, "not a coincidence, they've gotta be mental". I start using the next block over for my path to the bus. Some time later, I run into the dude again. Logic dictates that a person might be scared in that situation, but really I was just pissed off. I felt like if he tried anything, I would have beat the shit out of him. Equipped with a cell & spray, once more I ran into the guy. This time he walked & talked (really short, had a beard). In a pathetic almost cartoony voice he said, "I won't hurt you. I just want to be your sex slave." I pull out the pepperspray & not being use to it, my aim was rather terrible. Then he says, "Please don't hurt me. I just want to be your sex slave." He stops following before the end of the block & I knew he wouldn't follow (there was nothing to hide behind on the freeway overpass sidewalk). After that, I had a ride to work.

All true shit. I tend to keep my ass out of trouble. However, sometimes trouble just comes out of nowhere. When that happens, one has to keep their wits about them.

mini-story of the mini-stereo and a mini-hat

Copy-Pasta of a true story of mine, because the first location will get deleted at some point and because not everyone uses that form of social media anyway. One day I felt like listening to music in the livingroom. I don't remember what I was doing in there, doesn't matter (I probably should have left this part out, but it's my story. Fuck you, I'll tell it how I want.). I take my portable stereo into the livingroom, plug it in, put in a cd and attempt to play it. It refuses to work. I open it, remove/replace the cd, close, hit play. Every time the cheeky thing tells me "no". I mean this literally, because it forms the word where the 2 digital track numbers are after it acts like it's trying to work. (Joe was there. He thought that part was funny.) Knowing this cd has worked before, I think "what's different?". Besides that it's in a different room & plugged into a different wall socket, the only difference was a small clip hat I usually leave resting on top of the mini-stereo. I know this has no technical significance, but I get it & put it on the thing anyway. You know what happened next? It played the cd. That electrical bastard just wanted its hat. I laughed so hard. It was a while ago, but I'm pretty sure I had the giggles for at least 20 minutes.