St. Louis, a hell of a night.
Should I read this?
Sure, why not? This is a short story of my "crazy" night in St. Louis.
There is even a summery located at the bottom of the page, if your a skimmer or lazy reader :)
Whats the story?:
My family and I head to St. Louis for my cousins wedding, we stayed at my grandmas house for the weekend. This is story takes place at the end of the wedding, the bar hopping phase.
Enjoy.
The Story
Wedding
12/27/19 My cousin, Haley marrying some guy. The wedding takes place in St. Louis it was okay, I sat in the corner on my phone enjoying the open bar, I’m not social. Time passes and the wedding ends, a group of people go bar hopping. I tag along, I like to observe drunk people. My sister, brother in law (George) and I get a ride and we head to the bar.
Bar One
Bar one is huge and packed full. We get our drinks and people are forcing me to talk to women in an attempt to get me laid. I DON’T like being social, I escape them and hide in the bars “courtyard” sitting on the bench minding my own business I get approached three times by women, this surprises me, so I give an introduction and kindly tell them to screw off. Eventually the bar comes to a close (roughly 1:00 am). Many people have left, some gather a group to go to another bar, my sister and George decide they want food and to go back to my grandmas. As they are my ride I go with them. We walk over to Jack In The Box in an attempt to get food and an Uber. Sadly Jack In The Box is closed, we pee in the bushes and wait for our ride. As we are sitting on the ledge of this fast food restaurant waiting, I have the feeling of overwhelming energy, I don’t want to go back yet.
The mistake
So this is my “great” idea. Have my sister text me my grandmas address, so I can uber there later. I stand up in my suit and dress shoes and start running. Running, I type the address of the second bar into my phone, it’s 2.5 MILES AWAY. I cant Uber there, won't have the money to then Uber back to my grandmas if I do. I'm stuck with being on foot. Running, missing turns, my GPS is slow. . . This adds roughly another half mile to my journey, but I still feel great, running full speed. I’m roughly halfway to my destination, check the GPS and my phone dies! I have to make it to the bar, so that I can meet the other wedding gores and hopefully they can spot me an Uber. I continue to run, as I do so the environment around me proceeds to get worse and worse. Shadowy figures on every corner yelling at me, saying how nicely dressed I am. “I like your jacket come here!”, “Hey you! Why don’t you come here, we can talk”, “Hey! I like your jacket can I see it!?”, “Slowdown! What’s the rush?”. People continue to yell and a few try to follow me. I run faster, starting to run out of breath, I take to the light in the middle of the street. This will make it harder for people to follow and interact with me. (people actually followed me, a few tried to run after me for about a block or so.) I cross a big bridge, the town I’m in now is one of the most sketchy places I’ve ever been. Taking a right I almost ran into a group of people. They all look at me and try to get me to give them my jacket, good six feet away, I side step and sprint across the street, no idea where I am, I run with the hope of finding the next bar soon.
Bar Two
A bright light, roughly four blocks away. I head there in hope it’s a semi safe place. As I run the sign comes to focus, it’s the second bar! Packed full, big line and a few well dressed people. Hopefully the second group is here still (I was running for roughly 30 minutes). I get in line and enter the bar, more packed than the last. The people here are different, a VIP room upstairs with what seem to be strippers walking in and out. I buy myself two drinks, there's a $10 minimum. Walking around I try to find anyone that could have been from the wedding, I find a well dressed guy and talk to him, I think he's from the same wedding. Little time goes by and I lost him. By this point my phone is dead, I know no one, I’m drunk, and there's what seem to be a large amount of gang members here. I ask around seeing if anyone knows where I can get a phone charge, gas station, ANYTHING. Nobody knows where I could go. . . Eventually some girl offers to buy me an Uber, I type in the address, 4 hours away, that's not right. . . I can’t remember the actual address! The only option is to charge my phone.
Journey to Shell
I leave the bar and ask where a gas station is to the neighboring bars bouncer. He's not sure, but give me directions to where he thinks one may be. “Head to that light, take a right and just keep going till you run into it, but man it’s far.” It’s all I got, I have to try. Running again, drink in hand, people continue to follow me and try to get me to stop. (Thinking to myself, I have to keep this drink, it can function as a defense, throw it in there face or some shit if stuff goes down). Zigzagging and staying in the light to avoid these figures, eventually I saw the shell gas station. Upon arrival I notice two things; 1. It's weirdly busy for 2:00 am. 2. There is a security guard. . . I think to myself what gas station would ever have the need for a security guard?! This place has to be even worse than I thought.
Shell
Upon walking into the Shell the security guard watches me, shes a short angry looking black lady with all that sass. I go up to the counter and ask if they have any phone chargers, he looks at me oddly and says no we are all out. Me freaking out, I’m in an awful place, exhausted, drunk and out of options. I ask if I can use his phone to call one of my family members (this probably should have just happened at the second bar, but I am an idiot). He says absolutely not. I ask the security guard, she laughs and says hell no. Then,
“Yo, want to use my phone?” Said the guy behind me. I turn and a chill goes down my spine, I can’t say no, as I've already showed how desperate I am. . . But this guy was bad news. He was shorter than me but much stronger. Sagged studded pants, expensive looking black jacket, rings, tattoos and short dreaded hair. He spoke with a confidante deep semi slurred voice.
I give a nervous little laugh, say thank you and ask if he is sure. He insisted I take it, but before giving me the phone he offers me a ride and points to his car. This car is even more a piece of art than himself. . . Maxed out SUV, black with under glow. I look, pause and say no thank you, you are helping me out enough. Giving me a stern glare, he asks what he gets out of me letting him using his phone. Oh fuck I think to my self. Then he looks me up and down and he offers me blow, (this is just feet from the security guard) I refuse with something like; thank you, but I don't have the need for that now. He tries again saying “I see that nose of yours, come on”. At this point I honestly almost start laughing, but I know he won't stop until he gets something out of me. I offer to Venmo him $20. (If you think about it $20 isn't that bad considering if I had to Uber from here it would be roughly $40-60). He laughs, gets closer and hardens his voice; “No, you are going to walk over to that ATM and give me $40 cash right now.” Are you serious? I tried talking to him, but he was very firm on what he wanted me to do, this man did not seem like the kind of guy to haggle with. I ended up going to that ATM and giving him the cash. He gave me his phone and I contacted my dad. Gave the phone back, he said thank you, laughed and drove off. I look around and the security guard give me a laugh and a disappointed face at the same time, I didn’t know that was possible. . . The security guard gives me a sassy look and asks me when I’m leaving, I tell her about 15-20 minutes (not knowing how far away my dad was) she gives me a bad look saying better be 15, I don't like you in here.
I wait in the front of the store by the counter, the traffic of this shell is unbelievably heavy, always a line. 40% of the people that walked in tried talking to me, and where very confused as to why I was standing at that gas station in a suit at 3am. One guy came in, Tall, grey clothes and actually seemed clean, he give me a funny look and laughs. “Haha what's a guy like you doing here?”. I told him, and he gave my one those and hand shakes that ended in the shoulder bump with a pat on the back. Laughing still he says be careful man there's a lot of “wolves” out here. Laughing I said, yeah I've ran into a few already, thank you. Not two minutes later Mr. pimp from earlier skirts up to the front doors and barges in yelling. (security guard watching) HEY YOU! Give me my phone back! YOU STOLE my phone! Where is it!?
"The stolen phone"
He's now close enough to feel his breathing against my face. The security guard in the corner watching like haha this little white kid got caught. I look at him confused, take a half step back, and say man I didn’t take your phone, you had an iPhone, I have an Android. He looks at me “Yeah yeah it's an Android I know that, give it back! You stole my phone!”. I get a little energy buzz right here, knowing I’m going to win this. I look him dead in the eye and ask him what is the brand of the phone in my pocket. “Man its an Android what are you talking about! Just give me my phone back!”. The security guard walked up, steps close, and asks what the problem is. She is looking at me as though I caused the problem. I say, he thinks I stole his iPhone from earlier. (She saw us earlier and sort of remembers what his phone looks like). “Did you?” The security guard smirks at me. I say no, he had an iPhone, I have an android. The guy goes off again. YEAH MY ANDROID blah blah blah. This time I step tword him, stand straight and say; If you can tell me what phone is in my pocket I will gladly hand it right over. This security guard goes wide eyed and smiles. The guy just yells more and then the security guard pats me down, confirming that I only have one phone. She says YEAH, hes only got one phone, what phone is in his pocket? While shes says this, I take my phone out and flip it around quickly and put it back in my pocket. He goes on lost saying that's "my" android. Looking at him I say you had an iPhone with a black case, tell me what’s in my pocket. The security guards face goes blank for a second, looks at him and then starts yelling. Yeah yeah he's right black case! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STORE! I’m trying not to burst out laughing as this guy looks at me with his jaw dropped. He turns around quickly and stops out of the store and drives off aggressively.
"Safe"
The guard seems to be warming up to me now, though she still tries to give the I want you gone attitude, and asks when I am leaving. I say hopefully he will be pulling up soon. I am really hoping he does. . . I know some more dumb stuff is bound to happen. But my dad has that big truck and always has a gun on him. In my head I am prepping for war, thinking that guy will come back a 3rd time with a lil gang of people.
Fortunately my dad arrives and I run out to his car like the little bitch I am.
Safe.
“The End.”
Summery, for the skimmers and lazy readers.
I’m roughly halfway to my destination, check the GPS and my phone dies!
I continue to run, as I do so the environment around me proceeds to get worse and worse. Shadowy figures on every corner yelling at me, saying how nicely dressed I am. “I like your jacket come here!”, “Hey you! Why don’t you come here, we can talk”, “Hey! I like your jacket can I see it!?”, “Slowdown! What’s the rush?”. People continue to yell and a few try to follow me.
I’m in now is one of the most sketchy places I’ve ever been.
. . . I almost ran into a group of people. They all look at me and try to get me to give them my jacket, good six feet away, I side step and sprint across the street, no idea where I am, I run with the hope of finding the next bar soon.
. . . it’s the second bar!
The people here are different, a VIP room upstairs with what seem to be strippers walking in and out.
By this point my phone is dead, I know no one, I’m drunk, and there's what seem to be a large amount of gang members here.
I go up to the counter and ask if they have any phone chargers, he looks at me oddly and says no we are all out. Me freaking out, I’m in an awful place, exhausted, drunk and out of options. I ask if I can use his phone to call one of my family members (this probably should have just happened at the second bar, but I am an idiot). He says absolutely not. I ask the security guard, she laughs and says hell no. Then,
“Yo, want to use my phone?” Said the guy behind me. I turn and a chill goes down my spine, I can’t say no, as I've already showed how desperate I am. . . But this guy was bad news. He was shorter than me but much stronger. Sagged studded pants, expensive looking black jacket, rings, tattoos and short dreaded hair. He spoke with a confidante deep semi slurred voice.
I give a nervous little laugh, say thank you and ask if he is sure. He insisted I take it, but before giving me the phone he offers me a ride and points to his car.
. . .Then he looks me up and down and he offers me blow, (this is just feet from the security guard). . .
. . . (If you think about it $20 isn't that bad considering if I had to Uber from here it would be roughly $40-60). He laughs, gets closer and hardens his voice; “No, you are going to walk over to that ATM and give me $40 cash right now.” Are you serious? . . .
I ended up going to that ATM and giving him the cash. He gave me his phone and I contacted my dad.
Not two minutes later Mr. pimp from earlier skirts up to the front doors and barges in yelling. (security guard watching) HEY YOU! Give me my phone back! YOU STOLE my phone! Where is it!?
"The stolen phone"
“Yeah yeah it's an Android I know that, give it back! You stole my phone!”.
I look him dead in the eye and ask him what is the brand of the phone in my pocket.
If you can tell me what phone is in my pocket I will gladly hand it right over. This security guard goes wide eyed and smiles. The guy just yells more and then the security guard pats me down, confirming that I only have one phone. She says YEAH, hes only got one phone, what phone is in his pocket?
The security guards face goes blank for a second, . . . GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STORE!
I say hopefully he will be pulling up soon.
“The End.”
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