voice inside of me tempted me. Holz, just do it!
I was getting antsy. I noticed this tall, heavyset, white man at the machine taking out money, but I couldnât see how much money he was getting. That same angry voice inside of me sounded like an attack dog as it whispered into my ear. Holz, get âem!
There I stood, all six feet, 170 pounds of me, scheming on some white dude who looked to be about six-four and 215 pounds. I knew that if I was gonna successfully rob him, I had to get him to respect me, and I had to gain his respect quickly. One thing that I learned from the âhood was that almost anyone will respect you if theyâre in fear of losing their life.
As the white dude stepped away from the cash machine and was about to open the door to leave, I darted toward him and whipped out my 9mm handgun.
âGiâme your damn money! Run the cash right now!â I yelled as I pointed the gun underneath his chin while simultaneously pushing the gun into his skin. My heart was pounding a mile a minute as the victim looked more shocked than he did afraid.
âWhatâs . . . whatâs going on?â he mumbled as I pressed the gun with my full strength underneath his chin.
Holz, playtime is over. Hurry up and get this foolâs money and get the hell outta here! As I repositioned the gun to his forehead I screamed at him.
âYo, give me all of your got damn money right now or Iâll murder you! Give it up, nowww!â
As the other customers realized what was going on they began screaming and scrambling, which in turn caused a state of chaos.
âOK, OK, just donât kill me,â the white man said in a voice shaking with fear.
âDid I ask you to talk!? Shut up and give me your money!â I yelled.
He reached in his pocket and gave me all of his cash and his wallet. I snatched it and burst out of the door like a lightning bolt, heading straight for the car.
âCome on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Letâs go! Letâs bounce!â I yelled when I reached the car. I jumped in the backseat of the car and continued to yell.
âDrive! Letâs go! Get outta here!â
We proceeded to peel off and headed straight for the highway. We were barely a block away from the bank, yet Dwight and Wiggie began interrogating me with questions.
âYo, how much you got? Holz, how much did you get?â My heart was still pumping a million gallons of blood per second.
âI donât . . . I donât know . . .â I replied as I gasped for air. âLet me count it. Just let me catch my breath.â
When Iâd finally counted the money I realized that I had made off with 360 dollars.
âYes! Yes!â I screamed. âI got 360 dollars from that white cat!â
âYo, Holz, you are the man!â Dwight cheerfully exclaimed.
âNo, you the man,â I replied.
âNo, you Da Man,â Dwight said jokingly. âYou are da man! My man, big Holz!â We all proceeded to laugh.
âYo, how did you rob him that quick?â
Playing it off as if I was the most hardened criminal in the world, I sucked my teeth and responded.
âYo, I just ran up on him, pointed my gun in his face, and told him to run his loot.â
âHolz, thatâs it? Thatâs all you did?â
Careful not to mention how terrified I was and how I almost didnât follow through with the robbery, I continued to play like a fat cat.
âYeah, that was it! It was easier than taking candy from a baby. Here, Dee, take this money,â I said as I handed Dwight the dough.
I then slumped back into the seat of the car. I was beginning to come down from my crazed high and I couldnât believe what I had just done. I had just robbed someone! But, yo, thatâs not what scared me, though. The scary part was what if the man had hesitated one more second? If he had, I would have popped a cap in him, probably killing him. I was also scared âcause I
I was getting antsy. I noticed this tall, heavyset, white man at the machine taking out money, but I couldnât see how much money he was getting. That same angry voice inside of me sounded like an attack dog as it whispered into my ear. Holz, get âem!
There I stood, all six feet, 170 pounds of me, scheming on some white dude who looked to be about six-four and 215 pounds. I knew that if I was gonna successfully rob him, I had to get him to respect me, and I had to gain his respect quickly. One thing that I learned from the âhood was that almost anyone will respect you if theyâre in fear of losing their life.
As the white dude stepped away from the cash machine and was about to open the door to leave, I darted toward him and whipped out my 9mm handgun.
âGiâme your damn money! Run the cash right now!â I yelled as I pointed the gun underneath his chin while simultaneously pushing the gun into his skin. My heart was pounding a mile a minute as the victim looked more shocked than he did afraid.
âWhatâs . . . whatâs going on?â he mumbled as I pressed the gun with my full strength underneath his chin.
Holz, playtime is over. Hurry up and get this foolâs money and get the hell outta here! As I repositioned the gun to his forehead I screamed at him.
âYo, give me all of your got damn money right now or Iâll murder you! Give it up, nowww!â
As the other customers realized what was going on they began screaming and scrambling, which in turn caused a state of chaos.
âOK, OK, just donât kill me,â the white man said in a voice shaking with fear.
âDid I ask you to talk!? Shut up and give me your money!â I yelled.
He reached in his pocket and gave me all of his cash and his wallet. I snatched it and burst out of the door like a lightning bolt, heading straight for the car.
âCome on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Letâs go! Letâs bounce!â I yelled when I reached the car. I jumped in the backseat of the car and continued to yell.
âDrive! Letâs go! Get outta here!â
We proceeded to peel off and headed straight for the highway. We were barely a block away from the bank, yet Dwight and Wiggie began interrogating me with questions.
âYo, how much you got? Holz, how much did you get?â My heart was still pumping a million gallons of blood per second.
âI donât . . . I donât know . . .â I replied as I gasped for air. âLet me count it. Just let me catch my breath.â
When Iâd finally counted the money I realized that I had made off with 360 dollars.
âYes! Yes!â I screamed. âI got 360 dollars from that white cat!â
âYo, Holz, you are the man!â Dwight cheerfully exclaimed.
âNo, you the man,â I replied.
âNo, you Da Man,â Dwight said jokingly. âYou are da man! My man, big Holz!â We all proceeded to laugh.
âYo, how did you rob him that quick?â
Playing it off as if I was the most hardened criminal in the world, I sucked my teeth and responded.
âYo, I just ran up on him, pointed my gun in his face, and told him to run his loot.â
âHolz, thatâs it? Thatâs all you did?â
Careful not to mention how terrified I was and how I almost didnât follow through with the robbery, I continued to play like a fat cat.
âYeah, that was it! It was easier than taking candy from a baby. Here, Dee, take this money,â I said as I handed Dwight the dough.
I then slumped back into the seat of the car. I was beginning to come down from my crazed high and I couldnât believe what I had just done. I had just robbed someone! But, yo, thatâs not what scared me, though. The scary part was what if the man had hesitated one more second? If he had, I would have popped a cap in him, probably killing him. I was also scared âcause I
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