10/2/12
By Randi Spearman
I went to my drug counseling tonight. I rode the train and on the way back, I almost witnessed my first act of violence. I was with a few people from the house, and this drunk guy got on the train and sat across from me. He was trying to talk to me, but I ignored him and turned to the guy that was with me. Then the drunk guy started throwing up gang signs saying, “Are there any bloods in the house?” Nobody was acknowledging him, so then he started talking smack to the guy I was sitting with. This dude was up in his face trying to get a rise out of him. And my friend just sat there calmly saying, “I don’t want no problems.” Right before the drunk guys stop, he was standing over my friend threatening him. At this point, all the guys from the house had come from the other side of the car ready to back him up if needed. I guess when he realized he was out numbered he gave it up and got off the train.
Can you imagine the restraint it took my friend to allow this guy to threaten and scream at him, but not even defend himself? Can you imagine about 6 big dudes, fresh out of prison, coming to back him up, knowing if a fight broke out, they are all going back?
I was scared for him. Not that he couldn’t hold his own, but that we have so much to lose. And sometimes people, like the drunk guy, just don’t care about anything.
I am a little nervous about riding the train alone at night now. Please pray for safety. I will be trying to arrange to ride with someone I know.
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