Thread by @Justacon371209

Between two different prisons, I once had the unique opportunity to meet two different men who were involved in opposite sides of the same crime and it's a hell of a thing. Confused? It'll make sense by the end. We'll call them "Dad" and "Dan".

I met Dad first and honestly knew him better out of the two. He was a middle aged man, largely kept to himself, worked on crafts making things like jewelry boxes and such out of bits of wood he'd get his hands on. There were times he'd throw down but largely he was a quiet man.

If memory serves me, Dad was doing time for an absolute pile of assault cases along with a host of other charges. He'd driven his truck through the front doors of a night club, emptied a couple of clips and then just started beating the hell out of people when he ran out of ammo.

This quiet guy had been an absolute menace and somehow didnt have any murder charges. Not one body. Another point of suspicion was his sentences were being run concurrently, (all at once) not consecutively(back to back). He should've been doing 100 yrs but only had 10. Impossible

But he kept to himself, handled his business and stayed out of everyone else's. So he fell into the background of my day to day doings and my time went on. Years later I found myself in a different joint, sitting on the bleachers listening to one of the guys telling stories. Dan.

Like myself, Dan liked to hold court and tell old war stories. Also like myself, he'd tell the ones that didn't go so well for him more than the ones that did. So long as it was wild. This time, he was telling a story about one night at this night club when all hell broke loose.

You see, Dan had been part of a group who wasnt an actual gang, yet operated just like one. The club they were in was basically theirs whenever they'd show up. They didn't own it but they threw around enough money that the owner and staff would ignore whatever bad things they did

He admitted that they'd go hard and was himself even socked "them bitches never once tried ta bounce us. I mean, damn, I even tried to see if I could get em to a couple times". Needless to say, they were the worst kind of drunk party assholes and it was everyone's problem.

He told us about the night a group of "fine ass hoes, yahmean?" Came into the club and his boy was absolutely determined that they'd be partying with them tonight. Making it abundantly clear that these poor girls weren't going to get a vote in the matter.

They pulled up on these girls, trying to be cool at first but when these guys realized the girls weren't interested, (them bust ass hoes) they made the decision for them and through intimidation led them back to the VIP lounge these guys had completely taken over in the back.

Imagine being one of these poor girls being forced to remain with this group of out of control, drunk and high men. Knowing that there's no scenario of this night that doesn't end in rape, or worse. "Dan" acted like he knew something was up, but I know a lie when I hear it.

At one point, one of the guys specifically threatened these girls with that outcome. His words being more along the lines of 'you could lighten up and have some fun'. But they were going to have fun whether these girls do so or not. Apparently one girl had other plans in mind.

At one point, one of the guys noticed that this girl had gotten ahold of one of their flip phones. As they raced over they heard her saying the name of the club. Snatching it away he hung it up and looked at the call history. "WTF, that aint 911. Who you call bitch?"

"My dad"

He admitted that he couldnt believe that dumb bitch managed to get a phone and didn't actually call for help.
"Man, I didn't know y'all. I mean, who tf could predict this crazy ass mf?"
He made it clear they had absolutely no idea what my dad actually met.
"This mf was the devil"

"Like, this hoe was cocky AF after that. Jus' sitting there with that bitch ass smile like she done something" They didn't take her sudden change in demeanor seriously and even started talking about how she was going to have to watch her dad get punked out in front of her.

"we jus' doin' what we do, ya know, 'cause WTF is calling her punk ass dad supposed to mean?" Perhaps 20 minutes later, Dad's pickup truck crashes through the front of the building and this man climbs out with some kind of rifle and begins spraying. All towards the ceiling.

As another man's story goes. He's just walking towards the back while firing away. People are fleeing for their lives and he made no attempt to stop any of them. The whole place is just people hiding or running. There's no in-between. He knows where he's going.

Once in the back room where his daughter had said she was, he drops the empty gun and starts to beat the holy hell out of whoever happens to be in front of him. "This mf like Arnold jus beating the brakes outta everyone like he bored about it or sum shit. Im like naw dog we cool"

He was honest when he said he didn't throw hands with Dad. He just got out of the way while that determined sob cleared out everyone between him and his daughter. As I heard, a rather simple task for this guy. He wasn't fist fighting, he was putting men down. Must've been a show.

He was still beating on one of the guys when the police stormed in. They simply took him and some time later I met him in my house. I knew there was something to this guy but I never imagined he was the end-all of beast mode fathers. I wish I would've known to give him props then