Author – Jonathan
Ahh, a story to tell. parts are true and parts are fantasy. ill let you figure out what is what. enjoy!!!
I saved up to buy a shiny pair of Osiris skate shoes because I knew these were rare and I wanted to be the one rocking them in my neighborhood. After spending 200 bucks on these I decided to spend the day traversing a neighboring city. I booked tickets to see a few plays and made my day revolve around them. I decided to wear a blue T-shirt with a design on them, my skinny jeans, and my new Osiris skate shoes.
My first play was in a nice part of town in the early afternoon and everything went smoothly and was enjoyable. I grabbed a bite to eat and decided to travel to my next play. This one started at 730 and it was only 630 by the time I got to the parking garage. It was already almost dark with drizzle in the air. This theater was located near downtown and let’s just say the outside crowd didn’t look so presentable. I went to a local pub and decided to drink cheaply and quickly since by that time I only had 45 minutes until the start of the next play. Down the hatches three tall ones went and I was feeling good. I went outside and was heading to the theater when these two guys who I think were homeless started arguing with one another and it was quite noticeable as other people stopped to stare. I also stopped for a moment and that is when one of them pointed towards me to the other guy. Well I got scared and quickly walked to the theater.
I reached the entrance, picked up my ticket and headed to the lounge to grab another cold one. This play was funny but to be honest I was pretty drunk at the time. During intermission I grabbed my last drink of the night and went to the restroom. Finally, the play was finished, and it was now 1015 at night. Being unfamiliar with the area, I didn’t remember which building contained the parking garage. I was nervous and tired and wanted to get home. After 20 minutes of walking around I finally saw the garage door that I had exited earlier. This door was located between railroad tracks and the actual wall of the garage with a narrow dark passageway between them. Ten feet away from the door stood a rough looking guy with a dog. He started speaking to me and with nowhere to turn and not wanting to be rude I spoke back to him. He seemed nice at first, he started talking about his dog and how he ended up on the streets. This guy was in his 30s and I started to feel bad for him. He had on a filthy white long-sleeved shirt with a logo, a pair of frayed and stained blue jeans, and a pair of Nikes that were frayed, stained, and one was missing a shoelace. The problem when I drink is that I start yapping my mouth and that is where things usually run amuck. He then saw my desire to leave the area and at that time he asked me if I had any spare change. I said not on me, but I actually have some in my car and oh yes, I had some dog food in my trunk. I would be happy to give it for his dog.
We continued to chat while we walked up the stairs of the garage to my car. Little stuff like how hot it always seems to be. He asked me about my night, and I told him about the play. He then said that he liked my shoes and that they looked expensive. I bluntly blurted out that yes it took a week’s paycheck from me and that was the best 200 bucks I’ve spent. He then asked is that what they are worth? To me they are, I said. I got to the car and opened my trunk and gave him the bag of dog food. I then started looking for change in my storage area at the front of my car. While I was hunched over looking for change, he asked me what size my shoes were. A twelve I said. Good he said. I’m actually glad I saw you again this evening. Again? I asked. Yeah, my friend and I saw you this afternoon and we were arguing about which target we should go after to make money. You were my first choice, but you quickly ran off. So, this is what is going to happen now. First, I saw a pair of Nikes in your back seat and I want them. Second, I’ve been in these clothes for weeks now and I want yours. If you can afford 200-dollar shoes you can afford to give them to me. By then I was shaking and crying as I’ve never been robbed before and I couldn’t move. I begged and pleaded just to let me leave. That is when he popped out one of those small switchblades and ordered me again to give him my clothes. He said open up my back door so his dog could go back there. He then ordered me to let him into the driver’s seat and me into the passenger seat. As he got into the car the smell quickly turned putrid like a combination of dirt, sweat, sun, and not bathing for weeks. Now since you didn’t listen this is what is going to happen, he snapped. Everything that you are wearing will now be mine and you will put on what I am wearing. He kicked off his trashed Nikes and putrid socks, his torn pants, and his nasty shirt. I am not into that guy stuff so you may keep your underwear. He brandished his knife again and at that time I realized I had no choice. I started off with my shirt and gave it to him, which he quickly put on. I kicked off my Osiris and took my pants off, then I passed him the pants. He proceeded to put them on. He put his hand into the pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. I had only twenty bucks in there. He said that he doesn’t mess with credit cards and other personal stuff, just quick cash. so he took the twenty and gave me my wallet back. I was hoping he didn’t notice when I put my Osiris back on but as soon as I did, he loudly demanded my socks and shoes. It was so loud his dog in the back growled at me. I pleaded again through tears, but he seemed more threatening, so I took them off and my socks, he placed my clean black socks onto his dirty feet and picked up one of my Osiris’s. Wow, these are nice looking shoes he said. I’ll put them on for now, but I still want those Nikes in your back seat. I knew those Osiris were going to stink up real fast with this guy’s nasty foot in them.
Now! He demanded. Put on my old clothes. So, on went his shirt and I gagged, then his pants which at that point had no functioning zipper just a button. I told him I don’t want to put his socks on. This time he slammed his fist onto my dashboard and out of fright I complied. His socks were so rank and old that they were almost solid when I placed them on. I put on his Nikes which I found out were actually an 11 so they were tight. Now that our transaction has been completed, I will leave you. But first you will count to 100 and I’m tossing your keys over the side and onto the sidewalk so you can’t just drive away. Thanks again for my new clothes and don’t worry I have a perfect plan for those new expensive kicks. He left my car and took his dog out of the back seat. With my Osiris on his feet, a leash in one hand and my Nikes leaving with him in the other he proceeded to toss my keys and told me to start counting and if I cheated, he would know. I followed orders and when I counted to 100, he was gone. I retrieved my key and found a pair of shorts and flip-flops in my trunk to wear but no shirt. I was scared but livid at that point. A more logical person would have called the cops or race the heck out of there, but I was determined not to let this guy get away with this. I mean how hard could it be to find a homeless guy with a dog wearing bright green new Osiris shoes.
I went back to the main drag and outside a closed restaurant I found this guy with no dog and chatting with the guy I saw him arguing with earlier. This time he was still wearing my shirt and my pants, but he was also wearing my Nikes. I said that I would call the cops if I don’t get my clothes back and my Osiris. This was his statement to me. Ha-ha, no one will believe you that my clothes that I’m wearing is actually yours. you are drunk and I am sober. Oh, and by the way if you want those nice shoes back. You see that sports bar over there? And those three drunk college guys? Well when I offered one of them those shoes for 60 bucks, he bought them. If you look a little further down, you can see them on his feet right now. Hahahaha now I have new clothes from you, a pair of Nikes, twenty I took from your wallet, and sixty for the shoes. Now get the f@#$ out of here cause next time I see you things won’t go so friendly. As I walked away, he turned the corner and that was the last I saw of him. I figured I would give it a shot before going back to my car and I walked over to the sports bar. Hey guys I said, I was curious where did you get those Osiris shoes? The guys must have known they were stolen, or something cause the guy with the shoes on said he bought them a few weeks back from eBay. By that point I was done and as I was walking away, I stated that those shoes were stolen from me that very night by that guy he bought them from. Drunk college guy yelled back, that’s too f@#$ bad, possession is 9/10ths of the law they are on my feet and they are mine now. They are comfortable as hell and I sent a picture to my girl and she likes them. Cheering to his buddies and high fiving them, yeah you know im gonna get some tonight. Since I knew there was nothing that I could do I responded sarcastically, for him to enjoy them, take good care of them, and to go f#@$ himself. Don’t think he heard that last part. So, there, I went back to my car all depressed and shit. Knowing that I’ll never see those kicks again. I threw that guys socks, pants, and shirt into the trash, but I kept the Nike’s to remind me to be more cautious in the future and to never travel down the bad side of any town otherwise I’ll end up with another pair of trashed shoes on my feet.