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Moin nostr:nprofile1qqsgetm6fq7mgc04kt6dnrvr6uksrudgvwzt4mvky7lf2drepmtgvzgppemhxue69uhkummn9ekx7mp0qythwumn8ghj7mn0wd68ytnvdac8qtnnda3kjctvqythwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnrw4e8yetwwshxv7tfk6h2gu !

Ist es korrekt, dass es vom Buch resistance money noch keine deutsche Ausgabe gibt? Und dass man es noch nicht per resistance money kaufen kann? 🤯

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https://podcastindex.org/podcast/531078

nostr:npub1a2cww4kn9wqte4ry70vyfwqyqvpswksna27rtxd8vty6c74era8sdcw83a has inspired me to do more long form stories on nostr.

It was a random thursday, the summer between junior and senior year of high school.

Me and three of my buddies were getting high in the back of my friend Dave’s mustang, when someone decided we needed to go on a beer run.

For anyone who isn’t aware, a beer run is very literally what it sounds like. You grab a case of beer and run 🏃 out of the store before anyone catches you.

Conversation then turned to who was going to do the beer run. (You only need one guy) My friend Dave was driving so he was out. I had turned 18 recently and I didn’t want to risk big boy jail. Which left my friend James and my friend Brad. James didn’t want to do it because he was wearing flip flops. Brad made up some bs about how he twisted his ankle skateboarding (which was a lie). So ultimately James was like “fine I’ll do it you fucking pussies” and he got out of the car.

So we watch James walk into the grocery store from the car, the plan is to pick him up around back when he runs out.

Here’s where things get crazy. The grocery store is next to a target and as James walk into the store a police helicopter pulls into the sky above the parking lot we’re in.

“Fuck, this is bad. Ok quick call James 📱 let him know that the beer run is off.”

I dial up James on my phone and as it’s ringing I see him bolt out of the store, two angry grocery clerks chase after him. He’s running so fast that his flip flops come flying off behind him and he’s now running barefoot on 130 degree asphalt.

He turns the corner and the police helicopter sees him, and starts yelling at him through the bullhorn to get on the ground. He throws the beer in the air and puts his hands up. 70 cans of beer going rolling down the hill.

We’re in the back of the mustang stoned. Watching all this play out, freaking the fuck out.

We decide we better split, so we quietly drive off and go to my friends house.

A few hours later we get a call from James, the cops are letting him go with a ticket and a court appearance and we can come pick him up from the target.

We go to pick him up and we learn that there had been an armed robbery at the target at the exact time we were pulling off a beer run next door. Two masked men with guns were robbing the registers. They were both being apprehended precisely at the moment we were pulling off a stupid beer run. Talk about bad luck lol

The cops saw him running and assumed he was part of it. They put him on the ground and had the K-9 unit guard him.

After the dust cleared and they realized he was just a dumb kid on a beer run they decided to cut him loose. They had bigger fish to fry that day.

My friend Dave and I still get together and tell this story at least once a year and always compare notes to make sure we remember it correctly.

We joke about how everyone thinks we’re embellishing or outright lying when we tell them about the helicopter interrupting our beer run.

I’ve been telling this story so long it almost doesn’t seem real to me either.

But it definitely happened and was one of the craziest things I’d ever seen in my life lol 😂