InVOLuntary
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Dandrige is close to cock county.I try not to believe in being "unlucky" but the number of times I've been shot at is ridiculous.
Heck, it's not like I'm fiddy cent over here, I live in Dandridge for Pete's sake. Sometimes I swear rednecks are worse than "gangstas"
Once, with a couple of friends, walked straight into the middle of a pot patch while free hiking.
Good grief, you woulda thought we were dropped off in a middle east hot zone.
Lol. I'm sure Grundy's reputation is worse than Memphis, and if you don't love nature you would find it boring. I love nature, and my land is connected to Savage Gulf State Park so I am happy. It is wise to be careful where you hike though.Best to let it go when he gets on a Memphis rant. The story I told happened in NC and he goes off about Dandridge![]()
Well, it's the summer of 1988, between my junior and senior year in high school. Sometime after midnight, 2 of my high school buddies and I pull into the Krystal's on Broadway, near our school, Fulton in Knoxville, TN. As we pull in, 2 big biker looking dudes walk in front of my buddy's VW Bug/Beetle extremely slow. Being young, dumb, stoned and drunk, we cuss them out. We pull into a parking space and start talking smack, they talk back and one of my buddy's is black, so one of the biker dudes throws out the N-word and it's on. Even tho it's 3 on 2, they still probably out weighed us, but we get the better punches and kicks in. As we jump in the car to take off, the Bug dies and one of the biker dudes pulls a pistol out of his pants and sticks it in our faces through the driver-side window. I'm in the passenger seat and was the one kicking him while one of my buddies had him in a full-nelson, so I jump out of the car, climb the fence behind Krystal's run through the creek, circle back about 500 yards down, cross the creek again and run about a mile home. An hour later my 2 buddies show up and said they didn't even know I jumped out of the car until 10 minutes after they got it started. They spent the night at my house and my one friend made us get on our knees and pray before we went to bed. I can laugh about it now, but I was scared to death that nightOf course.
Well, it's the summer of 1988, between my junior and senior year in high school. Sometime after midnight, 2 of my high school buddies and I pull into the Krystal's on Broadway, near our school, Fulton in Knoxville, TN. As we pull in, 2 big biker looking dudes walk in front of my buddy's VW Bug/Beetle extremely slow. Being young, dumb, stoned and drunk, we cuss them out. We pull into a parking space and start talking smack, they talk back and one of my buddy's is black, so one of the biker dudes throws out the N-word and it's on. Even tho it's 3 on 2, they still probably out weighed us, but we get the better punches and kicks in. As we jump in the car to take off, the Bug dies and one of the biker dudes pulls a pistol out of his pants and sticks it in our faces through the driver-side window. I'm in the passenger seat and was the one kicking him while one of my buddies had him in a full-nelson, so I jump out of the car, climb the fence behind Krystal's run through the creek, circle back about 500 yards down, cross the creek again and run about a mile home. An hour later my 2 buddies show up and said they didn't even know I jumped out of the car until 10 minutes after they got it started. They spent the night at my house and my one friend made us get on our knees and pray before we went to bed. I can laugh about it now, but I was scared to death that night
Wow, they should make a movie about it and call it, "Dazed and Confused"So after my last day of 8th grade, there was a small town hazing tradition where all the rising seniors would hunt down and paddle all the incoming freshmen. The caught me after my baseball game and man it sucked. I took my licks, but I must have been pretty cool about it because the starting QB invited me to hang out later that night. His friend's party wound up getting busted by his parents who were supposed to be going on a trip that day, but canceled when the keg guy showed up too early. Anyways, we're crossing up and down a neighborhood in a Barracuda, smashing mailboxes and stuff, nothing big, and them went to nab some beers. We got out of the convenience store (success!) and as som as we close the door, there's a revolver pointed at us through the open driver's side window. Old guy starts talking crazy about how mailbox tampering is a federal crime. In a panic we shift it into drive and peel out sending that geezer tumbling on the pavement behind us. He collects himself and gets a few shots of, but no harm no foul. Wound up hitting up a kegger at the moon tower and making out with a smoking fine sophomore. What a night. Didn't even get in trouble as my mom caught me stumbling in drunk.
Alot of cultivating goes on over there. Used to be A lot of chop shops there too. Savage Gulf is beautiful.Lol. I'm sure Grundy's reputation is worse than Memphis, and if you don't love nature you would find it boring. I love nature, and my land is connected to Savage Gulf State Park so I am happy. It is wise to be careful where you hike though.
