Interesting, indeed. You will be fine just lock your doors. And you can run red lights if its late and you are the only one there. I was in a car that got jacked once, pretty crazy. We were 16 and he was this thug who was the older bro of one of my skate friends. He made us take him on some drug runs. Then he took us to his hood and his boys were walking pitbulls on chains and smoking blunts in the middle of the road in daylight. He got out and I heard him saying something about fucking us up then he pointed for us to pull into the alley behind the rowhouses. I told my friend to act like he was backing in, then dip out. We were flying down the alley hitting speed bumps at 50 mph haha. That fucking punk is dead today, thank god. Worthless piece of shit.
Yeah, hell... fuck going to the ghetto at night. I had to do that once, when this one guy was keeping us on "****** time", as my friend eloquently put it. It was pretty damn scary. Inner city ghettos are not fun places. This one drunk black guy came up to the car and started bargaining with me for my hat. I didn't want to sell it, it's a good hat. Eventually he left us alone.
That is pretty damn crazy. Smart thinking there... would have gotten your shit ruined if you wouldn't have driven off when he got out.
Yeah it was some quick thinking, thankfully we got out of there. I remember going home and looking out my windows because I thought they were going to come after me. There are some fucked up people out there.
The last time I went to DC was with a friend to get $200 worth of ecstasy. It was me, my friend, and two gangsta ass black guys all crammed into my friend's mom's car(this fact is priceless). We get there around 11pm, and the two "guides" (who by now were drunk thanks to a stop at the ABC for a bottle of vodka) hop out to go meet the dealer where, along with the x, they get a couple dippers for themselves, which they then smoke. In the meantime(this was a friday night btw) my friend and I stayed put in the car and pretended not to see the sketchy people eyeballing us and police cars speeding by. To wrap up the night; we picked up some 40's(all drunk in the car), went to gansta A's sister's house so he could tell her happy birthday, get more vodka, and then drop both off at a hospital(we were beyond asking questions). However both colored(and high on pcp) friends were immensely pleased for having "taken two white boys to the ghetto". Good ecstasy though. That's my DC story. It's now the 6th most dangerous US city. I'm currently living in the 9th. Gotta love street crime.
Um. I'm in Washington now; and they all look like country bumpkins to me. Everything is real slow and nothing works here.
yeah. i wrote a paper on east st. louis. it is extremely primitive and depressing. to them, mlk's dream was a crock o shit.
Yes there are definitely not as many snobs here as new york. Welcome to the south man. The beginning of it at least. It just keeps getting slower the further down you go. I consider this area fast paced for what I'm used to. Where are you staying? And why are you sitting on these forums when you are visiting a strange city. Go take a cab to adams morgan, ballston, or dupont circle. If you want more upscale go to m street in georgetown. Shit, go see the monuments. Enrichen yourself.
I'm at Georgetown Suites. Woke up at 5:15am for the past two days. Had business to take care of. No way I'm going back outside now.
Where is that, what street? If you stick around m street and wisconsin ave, there are a lot of nice bars and cafes stretching several blocks in each direction. Clydes is a dc landmark. Modern is a pretty chill lounge with good music. There are lots of places right around there. You have georgetown, american, and george washington universities nearby so lots of bars.
Oh wait I just saw you said no way you're going back outside now. Hmmm. Ok thats cool. I like to wander around strange cities myself.
I know D.C. reasonably well. Used to have family living here. My sister will join me tomorrow when I'll have less work to do. She wants to hit the trendy spots. I'll come along even though I'm not drinking.