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There is a monster loose in Los Angeles....I met him, while getting tacos in Echo Park.
Witnesses report an arguement and a knock down by fist punch...from a white bald man in grey pants that I argued with while ordering two tacos.,
Thats b.s., and I suspect, driven by fear, of retaliation, after considering the surveilence video. In it, he is seen threatining a female witness, right after stabbing me 13 times and leaving me for dead. I dont blame the witnesses, and in this particuliar case I do not blame myself. I would if, there was actually an arguement, But there wasnt. I was targeted and flanked, simple as that.
Why me? I can only guess. I have never seen this man before in my life. The only thing seperating me from the people around me was that I am caucasian. That said, I am left with only one conclusion...RACIST HATE CRIME!
What really happened is something quite different.
This half-man/createn, approached from the east, hell bent on murder...simple as that. Who else, but Travis Bickle, steps out, with TWO knives, in his pockets? Nobody with humanity in mind.
With that said, I was always aware of his presence, like when you are alone in a room, but you know an animal is in the room looking at you,
I kept my eyes peeled and was already shifting as he spit on my shoes. I looked down for a flash, and surprise... that fecal-mess of a man, alreadey had two knives out, and was attempting his first lunge at my eyeballs. This is when, I went into pure defence mode.
People want to say, they would have done better, and run or something, or, I should not have needed a single taco.at 1:50 am. I say "horse shit" Not one human I know. has been stabbed 13 times and surved to say a thing. So, here is my opinion. If a taco truck is open, then anybody should be able to get one, whenever. Secondly, its hard to run when one minute you are selecting a salsa, and the next you are trying to maintian your life in a barrage of knive lunges, all aimed at your vitals organs, mostly my heart
I stood in front of the devil, and had nothing, but my left arm to protect my heart. Having a gun would have been my personal choice, but only crimainals and law enforcement get to have those here in California.
I am now disabled, I will never be able to performe my trade. I will never draw or even eat the same way. I will be lucky to feel the right side of my face, or my left arm. my right hand is about as useful a screen door on a submarine. I jest, because I am that way. But my life is feeling bleak to the max.
13 times stabbed and possibly dead, I followed him into the parking lot across the street from BofA, into the parking lot where the youngsters skate all night. I followed to warn them, I survived by fate and simple training, others may not have had that combo. I am blessed. I am also broken.
I did what seemed best.
My left arm is dangling from its shredded muscle fiber while my dead right hand, writes this simple note.
I am left with a non working dominate hand and a world of rehab, just to do the basics. All of this, because i wanted to try the new taco truck on sunset and echo.
.
I h ave two beutiful sons and hope they know that when all is said and done I surviveed only to show them strength.
Currently, I am hyper-depressed.
KB.
Agape to all............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... and even him.
Witnesses report an arguement and a knock down by fist punch...from a white bald man in grey pants that I argued with while ordering two tacos.,
Thats b.s., and I suspect, driven by fear, of retaliation, after considering the surveilence video. In it, he is seen threatining a female witness, right after stabbing me 13 times and leaving me for dead. I dont blame the witnesses, and in this particuliar case I do not blame myself. I would if, there was actually an arguement, But there wasnt. I was targeted and flanked, simple as that.
Why me? I can only guess. I have never seen this man before in my life. The only thing seperating me from the people around me was that I am caucasian. That said, I am left with only one conclusion...RACIST HATE CRIME!
What really happened is something quite different.
This half-man/createn, approached from the east, hell bent on murder...simple as that. Who else, but Travis Bickle, steps out, with TWO knives, in his pockets? Nobody with humanity in mind.
With that said, I was always aware of his presence, like when you are alone in a room, but you know an animal is in the room looking at you,
I kept my eyes peeled and was already shifting as he spit on my shoes. I looked down for a flash, and surprise... that fecal-mess of a man, alreadey had two knives out, and was attempting his first lunge at my eyeballs. This is when, I went into pure defence mode.
People want to say, they would have done better, and run or something, or, I should not have needed a single taco.at 1:50 am. I say "horse shit" Not one human I know. has been stabbed 13 times and surved to say a thing. So, here is my opinion. If a taco truck is open, then anybody should be able to get one, whenever. Secondly, its hard to run when one minute you are selecting a salsa, and the next you are trying to maintian your life in a barrage of knive lunges, all aimed at your vitals organs, mostly my heart
I stood in front of the devil, and had nothing, but my left arm to protect my heart. Having a gun would have been my personal choice, but only crimainals and law enforcement get to have those here in California.
I am now disabled, I will never be able to performe my trade. I will never draw or even eat the same way. I will be lucky to feel the right side of my face, or my left arm. my right hand is about as useful a screen door on a submarine. I jest, because I am that way. But my life is feeling bleak to the max.
13 times stabbed and possibly dead, I followed him into the parking lot across the street from BofA, into the parking lot where the youngsters skate all night. I followed to warn them, I survived by fate and simple training, others may not have had that combo. I am blessed. I am also broken.
I did what seemed best.
My left arm is dangling from its shredded muscle fiber while my dead right hand, writes this simple note.
I am left with a non working dominate hand and a world of rehab, just to do the basics. All of this, because i wanted to try the new taco truck on sunset and echo.
.
I h ave two beutiful sons and hope they know that when all is said and done I surviveed only to show them strength.
Currently, I am hyper-depressed.
KB.
Agape to all............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... and even him.
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Kristofer Brown
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Los Angeles, CA
