Robberies
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As a generality, yes...lodini said:
Just a quick update on the post I did about Charlotte NC robberies yesterday. Last night they got my home poolroom Rackem in Matthews at 1:45 in the morning, three blacks with hoodies and bandanas came in shooting through the ceiling and robbed the safe, cash register and everyone in the room. They held my friend face down on floor with a 45 to his head and fired a shot 4 inches over the room owners head while she was on the floor in a back room. somebody needs to catch these fools and put them away before they hurt someone.
Leonard
Leonard
poolcuemaster said:
They just missed me...I had left a bit earlier.
Thats like 14 places they've robbed in the past few weeks...all bars & poolrooms. The odds are going to catch up sooner or later...at some point someone will snap out their own .45 and bust all three in the pumpkin before they know what happened. Thankfully no one at Rack Em was injured.
Well my old man told me a long time ago if your gonna pull your gun you better be ready to use it! I have a concealed carry permit, so I always have a peice on me or under the counter of our pro shop. I do have a shotgun in the proshop just incase. I don't have a bouncer and don't need one we take care of all our own problems and have a repitation in town for that so we don't get the trouble maker gangster wanna be crowd. As far as robberies go these places should have a security system of some sort. Cameras are a real plus. I have one on our door so I can see when ever some one is coming in and we also have a buzzer on our door so people can't just walk in with out my knowing. Most of these types of robberies are inside jobs of some sort usually.
While playing in a Bar League I had to take a break to go outside to a pay phone to cal my wife and kids who were in Germany on vacation visiting her parents. It was a well lit parking area in a large strip mall and the phone was right outside a liquor store at the intersection of 2 busy streets. I had my head bowed trying to hear my wife talk when all of a sudden there were 2 young black kids bracketing me. I looked at the one on my right who had a knife the other kid said "look at me M___F___" and he had a gun. I told them that my $ was in my right pants pocket and put my hand in my pocket to get them the $. The kid on my right, the one with the knife, then put his hand in my pocket at the same time and neither one of us could get the $ out of my pocket. We danced around and I finally I got his hand out of my pocket and took my cash and threw it in the air. As they went for my money I turned around to run and there was a empty cement planter about 4" high and 3'x 5' and I tripped over it and fell flat on my face. I'm laying there waiting for the sound of the gun and then I look up and they are running across the parking lot. Lost about $700.00 but almost had a stroke I was so pissed. I've been paranoid ever since, probably to my benefit.
Many years back when I was foolish enough to put myself into these situations that we are reading about I was robbed twice.
I was in San Francisco at a famous upstairs poolroom and I went to the bathroom. It's was there that I was robbed the first time. He had a gun and took all I had. I was not so scared because it was a gun and I knew that if he shot he would have to go thru the poolroom to get downstairs.
The second time I was robbed going to my car late at night. This guy had a knife and this time I was really scared because I felt that even if I cooperated that he might still use the knife just to make his getaway eaisier. Luckely he just took my cash and left.
These are some of the reasons I quit putting myself into these situations, also partly because I'm older and wiser. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
I was in San Francisco at a famous upstairs poolroom and I went to the bathroom. It's was there that I was robbed the first time. He had a gun and took all I had. I was not so scared because it was a gun and I knew that if he shot he would have to go thru the poolroom to get downstairs.
The second time I was robbed going to my car late at night. This guy had a knife and this time I was really scared because I felt that even if I cooperated that he might still use the knife just to make his getaway eaisier. Luckely he just took my cash and left.
These are some of the reasons I quit putting myself into these situations, also partly because I'm older and wiser. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
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I had just gotten back from Vietnam maybe two months and I was closing down the local pool hall and the last one to leave. The owner lived upstairs and turned out the lights as I left his front door. (For those that know New Orleans, it was Al's Pool Hall, otherwise known as City Park Ping Pong and Billiard Lounge, operated by Al Morales who taught us how to gamble.
The street was dark and deserted as I stepped outside. With no street lights and no moon, I couldn't see much of anything especially with the alcohol I had consumed. I was making my way to my car which was a half a block away from the pool hall front door, when a guy steps out from the bushes and barks quietly, "give me your money". He is right in my face and sticks a gun in my belly and as I raised my hands he pulled the trigger. I heard a click and when I didn't hear the "BOOM", he stepped back and so did I. I was fairly inebriated and wasn't in any shape to be a hero and didn't know when the next click would turn into a boom, so I made out like I was a Olympic champion track star and escaped unscathed. The next day I heard that it was a local junkie trying to make a score to get out of town because the cops were already after him with a warrant for his arrest. It was so dark I couldn't have identified him if I saw him the next day. JoeyA
I think this is a good thread... since many robbery hustles are used repeatedly. It's good to help each other keep a "heads-up."
About 7 years ago a buddy of mine and I were in a pool hall after each doing well in a large state tourney. He had a few beers in him, so needless to say he was a little buzzed-up. He went from table to table asking if anyone wanted some action. These two girls were playing on a corner table, trying to play a serious game. My friend goes up to one of the girls playing (since they were cute) and jokingly asked, "You girls wanna play some?"
One of the girls snapped back, "we don't think you have any money."
Without missing a beat, my friend whips out the knot, trying to impress them. I was on the other side of the poolhall, playing in $20/game action. One thing led to another and my friend comes up to me and tells me to quit the game immediately, because the girls were asking him if we wanted to watch them "have hot lesbian sex." Just to confirm, I went up to one asking why guys like us could be so lucky. She said, "because you're so cute."
Like 99% of us on this forum, I unscrewed my cue and told the guy I was playing to keep the money--- noooo problem. If I recall, I even paid the time.
The next thing I remember I was driving, my friend was riding shotgun, and the two girls were in the backseat of my car-- gentle pecking at each other. Then one girl said...."Hey, pull up to the side of this bar, my friend and I wanna buy some beer for everyone."
"No problem," I thought. So I pull near a side street and the two girls get out." A minute passes....
"GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY!!!"
I look over and a kid ran over from the alley and stuck a pistol in the open window of the car. Make a long story short, my friend got pistol whipped, I handed over an empty wallet (my cash was in my other pocket), and the guy got away with nothing.
But alas, we fell for the hot-lesbian-sex-move.
True story.
By the way, Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
About 7 years ago a buddy of mine and I were in a pool hall after each doing well in a large state tourney. He had a few beers in him, so needless to say he was a little buzzed-up. He went from table to table asking if anyone wanted some action. These two girls were playing on a corner table, trying to play a serious game. My friend goes up to one of the girls playing (since they were cute) and jokingly asked, "You girls wanna play some?"
One of the girls snapped back, "we don't think you have any money."
Without missing a beat, my friend whips out the knot, trying to impress them. I was on the other side of the poolhall, playing in $20/game action. One thing led to another and my friend comes up to me and tells me to quit the game immediately, because the girls were asking him if we wanted to watch them "have hot lesbian sex." Just to confirm, I went up to one asking why guys like us could be so lucky. She said, "because you're so cute."
Like 99% of us on this forum, I unscrewed my cue and told the guy I was playing to keep the money--- noooo problem. If I recall, I even paid the time.
The next thing I remember I was driving, my friend was riding shotgun, and the two girls were in the backseat of my car-- gentle pecking at each other. Then one girl said...."Hey, pull up to the side of this bar, my friend and I wanna buy some beer for everyone."
"No problem," I thought. So I pull near a side street and the two girls get out." A minute passes....
"GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY!!!"
I look over and a kid ran over from the alley and stuck a pistol in the open window of the car. Make a long story short, my friend got pistol whipped, I handed over an empty wallet (my cash was in my other pocket), and the guy got away with nothing.
But alas, we fell for the hot-lesbian-sex-move.
True story.
By the way, Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
It can only happen in Vegas, right! I picked up a hot chick about 20 years ago at Caesars. We went out partying a little, gambling and dancing etc. etc. She was drinking, I was not. Then we went to my room, and began to make out. At no time did she bring up the issue of money.
When things got hot and heavy we retreated to the bedroom where she began undressing, and so did I. She then told me she was goiing to take a shower. Okay, and I got into bed to wait for her. When she came out she nestled up against me and we kissed a few times. She then asked me very politely if I minded taking a shower too. No problem I said.
I went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower and hopped in. Somehow my instincts kicked in and something felt funny. So I quietly got out of the shower and opened the bathroom door. She had my pants in her hands, and looked at me in shock. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was looking for some matches??? At no time had I offered her a light all evening and I did not smoke. I KNEW she was lying.
I told her to grab her clothes and get the F--- out of there quick before I get mad. And she did just that. She grabbed her clothes and ran out into the hall in her panties. I had about $2,000 in my pockets. That would have been a nice score for her.
When things got hot and heavy we retreated to the bedroom where she began undressing, and so did I. She then told me she was goiing to take a shower. Okay, and I got into bed to wait for her. When she came out she nestled up against me and we kissed a few times. She then asked me very politely if I minded taking a shower too. No problem I said.
I went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower and hopped in. Somehow my instincts kicked in and something felt funny. So I quietly got out of the shower and opened the bathroom door. She had my pants in her hands, and looked at me in shock. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was looking for some matches??? At no time had I offered her a light all evening and I did not smoke. I KNEW she was lying.
I told her to grab her clothes and get the F--- out of there quick before I get mad. And she did just that. She grabbed her clothes and ran out into the hall in her panties. I had about $2,000 in my pockets. That would have been a nice score for her.
I was about 18 or 19 and started playing some stiff $10 9ball at T and C Bowling Alley outside of CHI.
Got him stuck a few games and asked him to square up. He said his wallet was in the car and we'd get straight after the match. I didn't like it but acquiesced. When he got a C stuck I told him we were going to get straight. Followed him across a huge parking lot ( T and C had 76 lanes and 12 brunswicks) to his car. He unlocked it and opened his glove box and the next thing I saw was a pistol which had a bore the size of a 8" cannon. He demanded MY $ and I couldn't give it to him fast enough. At that point he jumped in his car and headed East on North Ave. I ran to my car and was about to give chase when it dawned on me that he still had iron and I was going to a potential gunfight only armed with my peepee..... needless to say I pouted a while.
Got him stuck a few games and asked him to square up. He said his wallet was in the car and we'd get straight after the match. I didn't like it but acquiesced. When he got a C stuck I told him we were going to get straight. Followed him across a huge parking lot ( T and C had 76 lanes and 12 brunswicks) to his car. He unlocked it and opened his glove box and the next thing I saw was a pistol which had a bore the size of a 8" cannon. He demanded MY $ and I couldn't give it to him fast enough. At that point he jumped in his car and headed East on North Ave. I ran to my car and was about to give chase when it dawned on me that he still had iron and I was going to a potential gunfight only armed with my peepee..... needless to say I pouted a while.
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On my way back from an ATM machine with $200 in my pocket I was attacked and mugged by three teenage girls.. this was on a busy street around 9 pm brightly lit. I was able to fight them off somewhat and at some point during this fiasco a city cop rolled up. Let me tell you those girls were lucky.. had that cop not arrived I was going straight for the eye balls and the neck and anything I could get my crazed hands on! Anyhow the dumb ass cop thought I was the perp and after explaining that I was being mugged etc etc he rushed off to "catch em and bring em in!" Very commen here in Baltimore. If I remember correctly you are 6 times more likely to be robbed, assaulted or murdered in Baltimore than the national average.. woo hoo!!
This didn't happen to me, but to a friend of mine, and nothing to do with pool - but you'll see in the end why I remember this bit so well.
So my friend was taking this girl out for her birthday - IIRC it was her 21st, so he was taking her to this one little local dive in Atlanta. They're walking up the street when a couple of black kids jump out, one of'em with a knife, and want the cash. My friend, being the not-entirely-connected-to-reality fellow that he is, says "hey, f**k you, man..." (imagine his voice as kinda mellow-hippy-sounding) and pulls his OWN knife out. The kid with the knife freaks, yells out "SHOOT'EM" and the other kid whips out a little pistol and fires. The bullet hits my friend in the cheek and goes out through part of his ear - lucky SOB. The kids scram.
So my friend and the girl, they're just a few steps from their planned destination, so they go on in. They're standing in the doorway, he's got blood running down his face, and NO ONE even notices. He finally has to say "Hey, man, I've been SHOT..." before someone notices, the cops and ambulance are called, etc.
The kids get caught elsewhere in the neighborhood a few hours later, I never found out what happened with them. And my friend got to wander around all bandaged up for a while, looking like Hadji out of Jonny Quest.
So my connection to the whole thing - I heard about all this some time later, from mutual friends, well after the bandages came off. I wander into this one coffee shop and there's my friend, lounging on a couch, and I got to utter one of the best lines ever:
"Hey, Logan! I haven't seen you since you got SHOT!"
Seriously. How often does one get to say a line like that?
So my friend was taking this girl out for her birthday - IIRC it was her 21st, so he was taking her to this one little local dive in Atlanta. They're walking up the street when a couple of black kids jump out, one of'em with a knife, and want the cash. My friend, being the not-entirely-connected-to-reality fellow that he is, says "hey, f**k you, man..." (imagine his voice as kinda mellow-hippy-sounding) and pulls his OWN knife out. The kid with the knife freaks, yells out "SHOOT'EM" and the other kid whips out a little pistol and fires. The bullet hits my friend in the cheek and goes out through part of his ear - lucky SOB. The kids scram.
So my friend and the girl, they're just a few steps from their planned destination, so they go on in. They're standing in the doorway, he's got blood running down his face, and NO ONE even notices. He finally has to say "Hey, man, I've been SHOT..." before someone notices, the cops and ambulance are called, etc.
The kids get caught elsewhere in the neighborhood a few hours later, I never found out what happened with them. And my friend got to wander around all bandaged up for a while, looking like Hadji out of Jonny Quest.
So my connection to the whole thing - I heard about all this some time later, from mutual friends, well after the bandages came off. I wander into this one coffee shop and there's my friend, lounging on a couch, and I got to utter one of the best lines ever:
"Hey, Logan! I haven't seen you since you got SHOT!"
Seriously. How often does one get to say a line like that?
See I know its just a matter of time before the odds come after me. Like all pool players I ping from bar to poolhall playing some, not really looking for action (which is probably my saving grace). Being in the military this makes all my superiors and my immediate supervisor very nervous cus they're always worried about someone nabbing me or robbing me.
Funny story, this one time I was downtown at The Mix, which for you San Antonio heads is North St. Mary's right next to Joey's and the White Rabbit (not the nicest place but i like it that way). A friend of mine had given me a ride but cut out early in the night. Later his conscience got the best of him and he came back to get me knowing that I was drunk. When he gets back I was pissed at him for ditching me and I had already arranged a ride with some other girls I was friends with.
Fast forward to the morning and I wasn't at work. Being military it turned into a code red morning cus my roommate's best answer was to tell my bosses that the last time he saw me I was "walking out of some dive bar at 2am with 2 strange girls". Oh man, if you think military doesn't take care of their people you are wrong cause they combed the earth for me, genuinely scared thinking I had been hijacked.
What really happened was I spent some time hanging with the girls and then had them drop me off at home about 4am. I went upstairs, set 3 alarms, and passed out on the bed. Well under extreme stress I tend to sleep walk and thats just what I did, I slept walked right into my roommate's room who was gone and passed out on the floor closing the door behind me. My other roommates thought he was home so that was the only place they didn't look.
Long story short, they found me on alan's floor at 1030AM (which is AWOL by the way) with no recolection of what happened. After a severe tongue lashing my shirt turns to me and goes "Okay Stew you know what you did, BUT... you had TWO girls, you couldn't give Avery one?!"
I didn't get robbed, shot, stabbed, or beat-up but on the night II very well could have. Someone was watching out for me.
Funny story, this one time I was downtown at The Mix, which for you San Antonio heads is North St. Mary's right next to Joey's and the White Rabbit (not the nicest place but i like it that way). A friend of mine had given me a ride but cut out early in the night. Later his conscience got the best of him and he came back to get me knowing that I was drunk. When he gets back I was pissed at him for ditching me and I had already arranged a ride with some other girls I was friends with.
Fast forward to the morning and I wasn't at work. Being military it turned into a code red morning cus my roommate's best answer was to tell my bosses that the last time he saw me I was "walking out of some dive bar at 2am with 2 strange girls". Oh man, if you think military doesn't take care of their people you are wrong cause they combed the earth for me, genuinely scared thinking I had been hijacked.
What really happened was I spent some time hanging with the girls and then had them drop me off at home about 4am. I went upstairs, set 3 alarms, and passed out on the bed. Well under extreme stress I tend to sleep walk and thats just what I did, I slept walked right into my roommate's room who was gone and passed out on the floor closing the door behind me. My other roommates thought he was home so that was the only place they didn't look.
Long story short, they found me on alan's floor at 1030AM (which is AWOL by the way) with no recolection of what happened. After a severe tongue lashing my shirt turns to me and goes "Okay Stew you know what you did, BUT... you had TWO girls, you couldn't give Avery one?!"
I didn't get robbed, shot, stabbed, or beat-up but on the night II very well could have. Someone was watching out for me.
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Was robbed at gun point by three people at where I worked. I was the mid-shift manager, along with co-workers and the night closing manager. They left us in the walk-in. Luckily, we had panic alarms inside. And we survived with no injuries. Most of us had believed that it was an inside job with the night closing manager. But because most of the stuff was kept on the down-low, wasn't sure what had transpired of it. I do know however the night closing manager was terminated.iba7467 said:
Ever since then, I have taken security measures to an all new leve in both personal and professional life. I take security very seriously. And after working for RSI, I think security on a personal level should not be overlooked.