Yesterday Someone Tried to Steal My Car While I Was Pumping Gas

Ugly Girl.


Yesterday in the middle of the day (4:30pm) I was pumping gas at a gas station on 37th street and a guy jumped me and tried to steal my car. He hit me a bunch of times and grabbed my keys out of my hand. I fought back as much as I could while also calling 911 and screaming my guts out for help. He hit me a bunch and I had to pretty much wrestle him from getting into the drivers seat of my car. The man was a little taller than me and much more bulkier. He was about 30-35 years old.

To see more pictures of the cut on my face just scroll down to the end of this long story.

There were people all around at all of the different pumps just watching everything happen. I was screaming so loud that my friend Chris heard me while he was driving by and so he took off down the wrong way down a one way road and peeled into the gas station. I saw him and while I was taking a beating I screamed for him to help me. He jumped out of his car and yelled at the guy to stop. The guy looked up and I punched him in the face. He hit me back and then took the opportunity to go after Chris and give me a break... so the dude went over to Chris about to wail on him screaming about taking his car and stuff and so Chris just jumped back into his car and slammed his door on the guy's hand. The dude didn't seem to feel any pain so he quickly turned back to my car. This whole time I am trying to talk to 911 on the phone and get my bearings... Next thing I know the thug is INSIDE my car... he had opened my passenger side door. I had locked my car when the whole thing started to happen but my windows were still open so while he reached over to start my car I unlocked my side and jumped into the drivers seat next to the guy. (keep in mind this whole time im trying to tell 911 where I am. I basically was screaming for help while getting a beating and fighting back and also trying to explain what gas station I was at. I finally told the lady on the other line "hang on I have to keep this dude from stealing my car" and dropped my phone on the ground. I kept hitting him over and over. I told him he better not try to start my car and grabbed for the keys but he had already put them in the ignition. He grabbed my arm and twisted so I couldn't use it and so with my other arm I lifted myself out of my open window took aim and kicked him so hard that he fell out the other side of my car through the door he had left slightly open. I jumped back out of my car and caught the gas pump from spewing gas everywhere.

Keep in mind this whole time I'm SCREAMING for help. SCREAMING at the top of my lungs and I am not a quiet person. I could see people's faces in the cars at the light just watching... every single pump had someone at it just filling their cars with gas and watching me get the crap kicked out of me. I had made eye contact with several of them begging for them to help me (at the top of my lungs) and nobody did a single thing... nobody made a single move to help me.

Next thing I know the guy is on me again. This time he's really pissed off and I basically have nowhere to go. I couldn't run because I was blocked in by cars and him. We were in-between the pump and my car so there was only about 3 and a half feet of space and so I leaned in on him so he couldn't get a good swing in. He hit my chest and body a bunch and clocked me again in the side of the head closed fisted. Overall I probably got close fist punched about 4 times during the whole bit actually at the gas station. I finally got a chance and I jabbed him in the chin uppercut style. In short we wrestled and fought a little more before he took off. My face was bleeding and my body felt like someone had just beat me up... oh wait. Anyway he told me to f*** off and took off running. He ran to this other guy across the station and tried to take his car but the guy pushed him and so he just took off... WITH MY KEYS.

All the while I'm trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of me again and again and collect myself. The full grown men that were all at the gas station were just standing there watching me. I turned and SCREAMED at the people on the other side of the gas station for help.. I was like "PLEASE GET HIM HE'S RUNNING YOUR WAY! HE HAS MY KEYS! PLEASE" but they just stood there and let him run by them not 3 feet away from about two of them (both full grown men). I threw my hands up in the air and yelled for Chris to watch my car and before he could even nod I was already off after the guy. I chased him down the street about a block before I caught up with him and elbowed him in the back of the neck. He didn't go down and he kept running so I tried to trip him which ALMOST worked but he caught himself in mid fall and kept running so I finally got up on him again and grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. My plan was to use the momentum of me swinging him around to come back at his face with my fist to at least stun him for a second so i could grab his keys but he was thinking the same thing and before I could duck he had right hooked me in the side of the skull and I hit the ground on Drayton Street where I was almost hit by a car. By the time I shook it off and was back on my feet the guy was gone. Awesome. I'm beat up because some dude thinks he can steal my car and then after fighting him off he RUNS OFF WITH MY KEYS? WTF! JUST LEAVE MY KEYS HERE IF YOU CAN'T BEAT ME AND TAKE MY CAR!

Bleeding and bruised with now ANOTHER rip in my jeans from the pavement I walked back to the gas station and like all hell was unleashed. All I know is that I flipped out. I screamed at every single person there who didn't raise a finger to help me. I just about put my fist through my window. I was crying and screaming at everyone. I specifically asked the 40 year old man who looked to be about 6' 1" who was standing at the pump on the other side of mine not 8 feet away why the H*** he didn't help me and his response was this "He might have had a knife or a weapon." THAT was his response. THAT WAS HIS RESPONSE!!!! SO basically if he had a knife they still would have just sat there and let me get stabbed to death. awesome.

Anyway so the police show up and Chris calms me down (to the best that he can). Most of the people at the gas station took off and went on their way while others pulled up and although they saw a screaming crying bloody girl they said nothing and did nothing. The gas station attendants the whole time were just waving at me from their safe little haven inside the station pointing to the phone in a way that seemed like they were saying that they were calling for help. THEY NEVER ONCE came out to see if I was ok or talk to me at all. I still haven't met them. (Yes I am going over there on Monday and having a nice chat with the owner of the place... thanks for nothing PARKERS). The cops came and told me they were going after the guy.

Awesome. All I could think of was when Eric got shot this past November and although they could still see the guy running down the street when the Cops came they still never caught the kid. All I could think of was man I will never get those keys back... that's why I chased the guy down the street.

So yeah, while this woman cop was talking to me this crazy gangsta looking black guy with gold teeth came right up to me and interrupted the cop and was like "look I saw what went down and I chased that guy in my car over to the library and tackled him. They have your keys and everything is going to be ok." I was thinking THANK GOD that someone out of the million people just standing around letting me fight ALONE actually smarted up and DID something. Praise God for that guy. I told him thank you and he disappeared into the mess of cops and people coming and leaving as more emergency vehicles pulled up. Seriously... if it wasn't for that guy I most likely would have never gotten my stuff back.

All in all I'm ok. I have a few cuts and scrapes on my body and one giant cut on my face but I'm ok. They think he might have broken 2 of my ribs but we aren't sure... they told me that if it still hurt by the end of this weekend to go get it checked out. So far so good... I haven't decided if I should go to the clinic or not. Darn thug.

I'm sad for the fellow... he is 30some and homeless... not that he has the right to do crazy things but something was seriously wrong with the guy. He was either mentally ill or on some mad drugs. It sucks because there are so many poor people in Savannah... if he WAS mentally ill and had no money or nobody to help him then that makes it even sadder. ugh.

Thanks Savannah for doing nothing while I was attacked in the middle of the day at a gas station. Thanks Savannah for just standing there while I screamed bloody murder for help. Thanks Savannah for not even calling 911. Thanks Savannah for nothing. I guess I'll just continue to fend for myself. It's kept me alive so far and although this is the 4th time someone has tried to mug me in this town nobody has ever succeeded. Screw you, Savannah.

So then TODAY (the next day) I go into KROGER and I'm waiting in line to buy sub sandwichs for Hawk's film shoot and this 50 something year old black dude goes "what happened to your face" (obviously referring to the scratch that stretches from my nostrels to the bottem of my chin that cuts right through my lips) and I meerly say "someone tried to jack my car and I ended up getting roughed up." The man, and I kid you not, proceded then to laugh at me and tell me that I deserved it and that every little white girl should have the same thing happen. He laughed more and told me that violence is recreation for his boys and him and that any chance he has to kill a mother****er he will and blablabla. Tears were streaming down my face and I asked him over and over to stop talking to me. His wife was there and I said "woman controll your man" and she told him to be quiet but he kept taunting me and lauging at me saying that I got what I deserve. He wouldn't stop. It was like a clown in my face just laughing and lauighing. Finally I lost my mind. I stepped right up to him and put my hand to his mouth to hush him. I told him that I sure hope he has a daughter and I sure wished that his daughter could her him now and if not his daughter than his mother and that he should be ashamed to call himself a man." he kept laughing and I was soo enraged that I ALMOST spit in the guys face. I seriously was so upset that i ALMOST SPIT IN HIS FACE. I held back and just walked away... he taunted me until I tuned the corner. I was so shaken up that my body was actually physically shaking. I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes. I went through the self check out and dipped. I wish I would have gotten security right then but I couldn't even see straight. I couldn't even walk straight. I was so filled with anger.... It was terrible. Best thing about it? There were plenty of people in line with me and this man at the sub station. ALL OF THEM could hear what was going on and NONE of them stood up for me. I knew they knew what was happening because they were looking right into my eyes. Nobody said a darn word. NOBODY.


Chris told me I shouldn't have fought the guy. I said what the heck.... I KNEW he didn't have a weapon on him because he was RIGHT up on me. I knew that if he took my car he would have crashed it into something because the state he was in was crazy... and I KNOW that my insurance wouldn't give me crap... I need a car and for the LAST EFFING TIME:

I will NEVER give into the fear of this city. I have fought back every single day that I have been here and will continue to do so. If I see a woman a man or anyone ever getting punched for no reason screaming I will DO SOMETHING. I fight back every single day... and I'm not planning on ever stopping no matter where I am. I refuse to let this city scare me into doing lame things like avoiding certain places because they are "bad" or not going out at night becasue it's not "safe" for a little white girl to be out. Eff that. I hate that stuff.

PS> It was just so helpfull when on my way to the coffee house today a total of 6 men hooted and hollered at me saying things like "commeer chicky baby we only want to f*** you". No joke. No freaking joke. But that happens EVERY day in Savannah... EVERY DARN DAY. Nobody cares. wtf. I am so angry at this place... I hate feeling like that.. I am usually a joyful person but I just can't help but be so pissed off right now. I feel like right now, if I wanted to, I could destroy worlds. AHHHHHH.

Savannah, you have NOTHING on good people.

too bad there are so few GOOD people IN savannah.

I leave you with these words . and this picture: