DR1's,
Sonofa..
Damn... I had just gotten to Santo domingo and I was chillen w/ my uncle and cousin when we decided to go on a tour of these houses called Narcisa I, right by my house, Cancino II. Well, I kid you not, an hour had not even passed from my arrival at the airport where this tigere (thug) walks up to me and asks "What street is this"in spanish. I was shocked cause to me the guy looked African American and I was trippin on the fact that he spoke spanish, so I was like '"ugh..."" and boom, the guy grabbed for my neck and broke off three of my silver chains. I in response grabbed for his arms and fought him for a good thirty seconds while my cousin, the little whiny bastard didnt even help much since he's so scrawny, yelled at the top of his lungs. Luckily Ive been in kickboxing and kenpo my whole life so I was able to take the guy down and score in some powerful hits. After the guy got back up he pulled a knife on me and my cousin screamed at me and convinced me to run away, which I did.
Heres the second part of the story. while we ran back to the house, some neighbors and a military guy living in the area had caught the guy. He threw my chains under a vehicle to pull off the biggest lie of the year. He said, "Those two guys running just robbed me and assaulted me!" That lieing sack of shxt... So, we're running and luckily we ran into my cousins house cause the military guy was out with his gun looking for us. The next day we cleared everything back and a lady returned 2/3 chains because she was speaking with my aunt when she told my aunt about the story. "Yea, two boys jumped someone and I found 2 chains." My aunt quickly jumped up and claimed it was her son and her nephew (me).
It seems like I've got alot to learn and already am. People look at me w/ a face of a stranger and want to charge me higher prices in pesos than they would to a local, then I bust out with my heavy New Jersey-Dominican chopped up Spanish accent and claim out to them. It's funny that over there in the United States people would tell me "You sound mad dominican", while here in Santo Domingo I sound like a total outsider. I guess it takes time.
But anyway, I got accepted into the medical school at Unibe, so at least so far besides my incident, it is going good. I now have a house and have learned to trust no one, since corruption and "gente viva" roam around the city too damn much.
Well, enough of my rant. Post away a reply or flame if you like.
Best Regards,
Roberto
Sonofa..
Damn... I had just gotten to Santo domingo and I was chillen w/ my uncle and cousin when we decided to go on a tour of these houses called Narcisa I, right by my house, Cancino II. Well, I kid you not, an hour had not even passed from my arrival at the airport where this tigere (thug) walks up to me and asks "What street is this"in spanish. I was shocked cause to me the guy looked African American and I was trippin on the fact that he spoke spanish, so I was like '"ugh..."" and boom, the guy grabbed for my neck and broke off three of my silver chains. I in response grabbed for his arms and fought him for a good thirty seconds while my cousin, the little whiny bastard didnt even help much since he's so scrawny, yelled at the top of his lungs. Luckily Ive been in kickboxing and kenpo my whole life so I was able to take the guy down and score in some powerful hits. After the guy got back up he pulled a knife on me and my cousin screamed at me and convinced me to run away, which I did. Heres the second part of the story. while we ran back to the house, some neighbors and a military guy living in the area had caught the guy. He threw my chains under a vehicle to pull off the biggest lie of the year. He said, "Those two guys running just robbed me and assaulted me!" That lieing sack of shxt... So, we're running and luckily we ran into my cousins house cause the military guy was out with his gun looking for us. The next day we cleared everything back and a lady returned 2/3 chains because she was speaking with my aunt when she told my aunt about the story. "Yea, two boys jumped someone and I found 2 chains." My aunt quickly jumped up and claimed it was her son and her nephew (me).
It seems like I've got alot to learn and already am. People look at me w/ a face of a stranger and want to charge me higher prices in pesos than they would to a local, then I bust out with my heavy New Jersey-Dominican chopped up Spanish accent and claim out to them. It's funny that over there in the United States people would tell me "You sound mad dominican", while here in Santo Domingo I sound like a total outsider.
I guess it takes time. But anyway, I got accepted into the medical school at Unibe, so at least so far besides my incident, it is going good. I now have a house and have learned to trust no one, since corruption and "gente viva" roam around the city too damn much.
Well, enough of my rant. Post away a reply or flame if you like.
Best Regards,
Roberto