One time back in like 1998 I actually got attacked by a pit bull. I was walking to my homie Dave’s house (Dope D), and I had my headphones on so If it barked or made a lot of noise charging up to me I wouldn’t have heard it regardless. Talk about a surprise though, just bumpin’ some tunes and out of nowhere, POW!!!! It knocked me down and started tearing at my jacket, which thankfully was a big puffy Tommy Hilfiger one (Remember those? lol), and really only managed to do minimal damage to one of my arms. I still have the scar to this day, which has faded but you can still definitetly see it. It wouldn’t be as bad if I had just gotten stitches but I shook it off, had to go get high you know? Was very important to me back then, was just a gash about an inch long that never really healed right. Happened on a main street so even though the owner of the bitch got it off me and it only really attacked me for about 20 seconds or so (Felt like longer, believe it), someone had called the cops and we had to make a statement. I wasn’t gonna sue the family or anything, it’s not like they told the dog to attack me, they just left the fence open a couple seconds too long to their backyard, was an honest mistake. I don’t like court either, and how much was I really going to get? Doesn’t mean I wasn’t pissed though. I got my Fathers gun and was going to go down the street and shoot it, but my sister talked to me in time to tell me they would just trace the bullet back to the gun that fired it. Obvious I know, but when pissed off and scared of something, you don’t think too much about shit. So I didn’t shoot it. Instead, me and my sister a few nights later put a bunch of rat poison pellets into a raw strip steak and I snuck down the street that night and tossed it over their fence. I didn’t stay around to see if the dog would eat it, but apparently it did, because the next morning the police were knocking on our front door, asking if I had anything to do with it (I wonder if that tactic ever actually ever yields any actual confessions, probably not). The family and the cops knew I must have had something to do with it, but they could never prove it. Fuck that dog, death by poison to my understanding is quite a painful way to die too. Well, maybe she shouldn’t have attacked me. I still don’t feel bad about it, although since then, I have definitely had friends who have had some pit bulls that were cool as fuck and gentle to boot. Would play around with their kids, all that shit. It depends on how you raise them I guess. Pit bulls definitely have a bad rep, but it’s for a reason, some of them are very violent killing machines that will rip shit with a heartbeat apart. I like to think the dog I killed was one of those, but who knows. It’s not like I ever spent time with her getting to know her or anything.

Growing up, there was this pit bull down the block from my house , barked at everything. All black dog, scary and mean looking. ( at least when I was younger it was) . I hated that dog. But he was fenced in, never got out or anything, so fuck em. 

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who hated that dog, because some older guy walked up and shot the dog, when the police asked why, he simply said ” because I didn’t like that dog”. I mean, although I hated that dog, I felt bad when I heard this. That dog didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe that guy prevented a future problem, but maybe he killed some kids dog, and fucked his head up for life. 

When I was younger, maybe 12, a lil dog got out and chassed me, I ran and screamed for help, climbed up a fence half way. This was the pussiest dog ever, and I was a lil bitch. But it scared the shit out of me. thing was probably no more than 20-30 lbs

patjoyce said
One time back in like 1998 I actually got attacked by a pit bull. I was walking to my homie Dave’s house (Dope D), and I had my headphones on so If it barked or made a lot of noise charging up to me I wouldn’t have heard it regardless. Talk about a surprise though, just bumpin’ some tunes and out of nowhere, POW!!!! It knocked me down and started tearing at my jacket, which thankfully was a big puffy Tommy Hilfiger one (Remember those? lol), and really only managed to do minimal damage to one of my arms. I still have the scar to this day, which has faded but you can still definitetly see it. It wouldn’t be as bad if I had just gotten stitches but I shook it off, had to go get high you know? Was very important to me back then, was just a gash about an inch long that never really healed right. Happened on a main street so even though the owner of the bitch got it off me and it only really attacked me for about 20 seconds or so (Felt like longer, believe it), someone had called the cops and we had to make a statement. I wasn’t gonna sue the family or anything, it’s not like they told the dog to attack me, they just left the fence open a couple seconds too long to their backyard, was an honest mistake. I don’t like court either, and how much was I really going to get? Doesn’t mean I wasn’t pissed though. I got my Fathers gun and was going to go down the street and shoot it, but my sister talked to me in time to tell me they would just trace the bullet back to the gun that fired it. Obvious I know, but when pissed off and scared of something, you don’t think too much about shit. So I didn’t shoot it. Instead, me and my sister a few nights later put a bunch of rat poison pellets into a raw strip steak and I snuck down the street that night and tossed it over their fence. I didn’t stay around to see if the dog would eat it, but apparently it did, because the next morning the police were knocking on our front door, asking if I had anything to do with it (I wonder if that tactic ever actually ever yields any actual confessions, probably not). The family and the cops knew I must have had something to do with it, but they could never prove it. Fuck that dog, death by poison to my understanding is quite a painful way to die too. Well, maybe she shouldn’t have attacked me. I still don’t feel bad about it, although since then, I have definitely had friends who have had some pit bulls that were cool as fuck and gentle to boot. Would play around with their kids, all that shit. It depends on how you raise them I guess. Pit bulls definitely have a bad rep, but it’s for a reason, some of them are very violent killing machines that will rip shit with a heartbeat apart. I like to think the dog I killed was one of those, but who knows. It’s not like I ever spent time with her getting to know her or anything.

“An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.”  At the same time actions have consequences.  I think you overreacted Patty personally, It bit you so you poisoned it…not equivalent exchange.  That being said if my pit bit someone and it turned up poisoned, that person whether they admit it or not will not receive a pass.

Ive always respected your ability to introspect pat, and I get where you are coming from.   That is all for now.