robbery stories vault

u/Fit-Cardiologist2065 commented: Having a pistol pressed against the side of my head behind Old Live Oak Cemetery in Selma. Then probably the tornado that ripped this town to shreds a year or two ago. I don't think Selma has suffered that much damage since the Civil War. I think that was the final nail in the coffin for this town. Unfortunately… I don't know if you're familiar with Selma or not, but the area between Old Live Oak and the Alabama River/ battlefield, is not one of the more welcoming parts of town, especially after dark. I'll just say that a friend of mine and I wound up over in that neighborhood one Saturday night, per request, but quickly found ourselves in a most compromised situation. We were robbed of everything we had (minus my pistol, thank God). Dude tried to force us to strip naked and all this shit. It was nuts. That was in like '07-'08. Only time, though, where I just knew I was going to die. The element of surprise is a real bitch when you're on the receiving end. I've never felt so small and helpless, if you will. I just tried to avoid making eye contact with him, told him to take everything we had (my pistol is in my crotch under my jacket as I'm sitting in the truck), and just more or less begged him not to shoot us. He was going fking irate the entire time. I can recall it like it was yesterday; really surreal moment. The only two things racing thru my mind were that my parents were about to find us dead in this driveway and the word 'fck' over and over and over. Lawd, I know, it's such a bad feeling. I think I had like $34 in cash. Didn't want shit to do with any plastic. Took that, then the $800 worth of what he was looking for and damn was it squirrely getting out of there. Set up by a "friend" we all grew up playing baseball with. In hindsight, that was going to be a lose/lose scenario, no matter how it played out, for us or them and most likely the former given we were completely caught off guard. I thought long and hard after that, about what that pistol was going to do for me, in any circumstance. I guess I figure he (his buddy) didn't let the air out of us is because of the connection growing up. Fun fact: you couldn't have driven a nail up my ass with a sledge hammer in that moment :). Live and learn. Another memory (fortunately) added to life's scrap book.