Location: Los Angeles, CA
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Mark Strauss wrote: | Jeezus. What's the story behind that? |
Quite simple really... we left the biggest spot downtown for EDM called Bleu. Sidebar, really cool setup, large dancefloor.. and the LOUDEST EAW Avalon sound system i've ever heard in my life.
So anyways... we're leaving, me and the lady friend at the time (whole reason in was in D-troit)... and these two fellows were arguing about something and in each other's faces on the street, just off the sidewalk. Dude number two takes 3 steps back, pull out a piece and shoots the other guy 7 times in the chest, neck, and head. Everyone hit the ground within an instant... but suburban clevo Reddick just stood there in awe.. and was pulled to the ground by others. The dude put his piece away, and ran off. 8-10 minutes pass before police show up, and we're still waiting for valet which seems like an eternity.
Othere times downtown.. the girls would drink too much and i'd have to drive home... I slowed down and stopped at this red light (like anyone would).. but the girls indicated that past midnight no one stops at red lgihts or stop signs.. because it's just plain dangerous. Even running yellow/red lights nowadays i still yell out DEEEEEE-TROIT! like we used to.. ha ha.
It's odd... but anytime I think of Veronica, or going out in Detroit in general... i get this feeling or sense that's entirely indescribable. I travel a lot, and go a lot of cool places in the US... but i always feel like i'm on US soil. Detroit doesn't give me that feeling. Maybe it was my exposure to the drugs, violence, underground nightlife (illegal afterhours at bars etc.) that gave me a twisted sense of it all... its kinda fucked up i guess.
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