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Interesting , I had a similar story with being robbed in Chicago a couple years ago. However mine weren’t as nice, they still robbed us however it’s what happened shortly after that was the strange part.
This is my robbed in the southside of Chicago story.
There were 5 of us who went up to Chicago from Indiana, our friends were playing a grindcore/thrash band (Not my favorite type of music, but went there in solidarity). Show’s in a basement in the south side.
On 47th and Western.
Our driver had parked his car, a not-so-fancy chevy lumina about a block away, on a dark street with no other cars. We return to the car, rather drunk. The driver had taken E so we decided to rest there until one of us was sober enough to drive.
We were woken up by a van honking as it drove by, the driver looked up and thought they were waving. He waved back. They were not waving- they were throwing up some gang signs.
We fall back asleep. cozy in our drunken state on the abandoned road in south side Chicago.
A knock on the drivers window awakens us, the driver rolls down the window -thinking it’s a cop. He was instantly sucker punched in the face, a hand reached in quickly ripping the keys out of the ignition in a well rehearsed fashion.
We look around – A car is behind us, a car’s in front of us. Half a dozen men are surrounding our car with various clubs and sharp cutting tools. They were pretty well organized, definitely in the international brotherhood of assholes union. Combine this with the fact that we were in a two door car-We were gonna have a bad time.
The man on the drivers side starts talking.
“I know ya’ll are from out of state, but were gonna have to rob you.”
My friend in the passenger seat spoke up, “Rob us?”
The man nodded, “Yeah you know when we take all your shit.”
They then proceeded to rob us, the man who had taken the keys out, leaned in and popped the stereo system out – a pro at this, it only took him a few seconds.
There were three of us in the back seat. Our friend Lee was between us and had managed up until this point to sleep soundly.
The assailants looked at him, his head still resting on his shoulders,
“Yo dog, how about I get those rings.”
Lee cocked his head, “No.” and went back to sleep. The robber accepted this and started robbing the guy on the left, ripping his IPOD out of his hands.
The man on the right robbed my friend in the passenger seat and turned towards me.
I had worn a leather jacket to the show, which had ripped during the show. I had an 80 gig Ipod I brought on the trip, but had only really ever used a few times. He felt around in the jacket and pulled the IPOD out.
Instead of going for my wallet at that point. He stops, and looks at me,
“Yo dawg, where the head phones at?”
I think quickly, my eyes shifting back and forth rapidly, this man had a club and would hit me if I lied, but he would probably hit me if I told the truth.
I lied, “I gave them to my friend over there.” I pointed towards the friend on the left, who had his IPOD stolen earlier.
He pulls his head out of the car, and looks at his friend.
“That guy have head phones?” He asked
His asshole friend nodded in response.
“You lucky.” He didn’t rob me anymore
If he would have searched me after that, he would have found my cell phone, wallet with 200 dollars in it and my digital camera.
We make the long drive back to Indiana, only me and the sleeping guy in the middle had avoided losing everything.
Fast forward 3 days,
I get a “Restricted call” on my phone.
It was the assholes who robbed us, they were calling everyone and bragging about robbing us.
The guy who slept through most of it was with me.
“Hey, you don’t know who dis is, but your boys got robbed.” The voice said.
I put it on speaker, “Actually I do, I was the guy in the back right seat.”
“Oh how’s it feel to get jacked mother fucker.” He had put it on speaker as well, a chorus of ohhh’s came after that.
“Well, who was your boy on the right?” I asked.
“That was me bitch, thanks for that ipod.” He wasn’t that friendly.
“Well your boys should know your games weak son. I left with two hundred bucks, a cell phone, and my camera.”
The other line exploded with “Ohh damnn’s”, and “White boys got balls.”
“Yall mother fuckers ain’t that bad, stupid, but ya’ll aint that bad.” One said on the other line.
My friend spoke up, “So if we went to another show, ya’ll wouldn’t run up on us or rob us or anything?”
“Nahh y’all mother fuckers were the coolest nigga’s we ever robbed. Ya’ll good. Just don’t park in no dark street on the south side.”
Sage advice robber friend, sage advice.
tl;dr Got robbed on the south side of chicago, out smarted one of them, they called us and bragged -Stockholm syndrome was enjoyed by all.