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We may have covered this last year but I'll take a chance. What was your scariest moment in NY?
Mine was in 1979, we were curious as to what the "Minnesota Strip" on 8th Avenue looked like so we walked down from the 50's on 8th. When we got to 48th/47th street, we were greeted by a group of vagrants(doped out of their minds) sitting on a stoop of an SRO/Welfare hotel type of residence with a transvestite hustler wearing a fur coat on a 90 degree summer day,the smell of pot and god knows what else wafting through the air in front of an XXX bookstore.
Needless to say we got the idea about what the "Minnesota Strip" was all about in just one block. We quickly headed east to the civility of Broadway before god knows what would have happened to us. That scene haunts me to this day. Today that same block is now a Staples, Jeans Superstore, medical Office and a Starbucks
when i was child, my family and relatives were celebrating in NYC, and on the way back to NJ, my mother needed to use the bathroom, but it was late at night so few places were open
So my father let her out to look for a place, while the rest of us stayed in the car to try and find parking
Well we found parking, but waited around and could not find my mother
Very scary, we thought something had happened to her, and this was in Hell's Kitchen in the early nineties so it was still shady
My father and relatives went looking for her but could not find her for a long time
Finally we realized what had happened, she went into a restaurant that opened late to use the restroom, but the restaurant forgot about her and closed up shop, so she was locked inside the restaurant
1)When I got jumped on University ave and 183rd (University Heights) in the Bronx.
2)On Kingsbridge road (Kingsbridge Heights)also in the Bronx some of the drug dealers there sorrounded us and started threatening us. We made a run for it as he was digging into his pocket.
3) On 170th street and Washington ave (Morrisania neighborhood) in the Bronx..... I was in the Morris Houses and while we were inside the girl I was with took us downstairs because she had to talk to someone. So me and my friend waited outside while she was at the door talking when all of a sudden we see a group of guys run right through us and go to the apartment to pull out a man and proceed to beat him to a pulp. We were pretty shaken up because we tought we were the intended target.
4) On 180th and Hughes in the East Tremont neighborhood in the Bronx.... I was going into my friends apartment and was greeted by 7 big black dudes who were Crip. They grilled me but let me pass through.
I was jumped by about 15 people around my former high school for a godamn $10 CD player.. seriously, I would've just given it to them.
My friend was stabbed with a crobar (yes, this is possible) outside of aforementioned place because of some gang initiation thing. It pierced his lung, but he turned out to be okay after a week or so.
I am from Mott Haven so I have quite a few. One in particular was during summer recess, I was with a group of about 7 people walking down Castle Hill Avenue (the Bronx in the 1990s) in broad daylight and somehow I got separated from the group (I was daydreaming)..and they were about a block ahead of me.
I was grabbed by 3 big guys (color shall remain undisclosed!) who tried to drag me into a car. I grabbed the lightpole before they could drag me in and they proceeded to try to wrestle my death grip free of the pole while punching me/ripping my clothes. Of course my friends finally heard me screaming, as did everyone else who was walking by, and ran back to get me. The guys quickly jumped in the car and fled after a few moments when my friends were running back for me. Of course, my friends basically slapped me in the head and blamed for the whole thing because "I was not paying attention." We then shook it off and proceeded down our stroll, as if nothing had happened, and it was somehow just a regular thing.
I can only imagine how different my life would be if they had succeeded in getting me into this car. I was only about 14!
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