the middle of main street at 3 am in the morning in my boxers…..now do I have your attention! Your probably wondering to yourself how the pan am team member, two time American silver medalist, arnold champion, got himself in this situation!?? well let me tell you, follow me to the start of this crazy story. It was 3 am in the morning and I was sound asleep next to my lovely girlfriend when I was woken up by my daughter, aka, my dog aka my pitbull. she kept barking, and it was not just a normal bark, it was a very mean scary bark that I have never heard before. I new something was wrong from how lexi was barking, and right before I got out of ben I heard a banging noise comeing from outside, bang! bang! bang! it sounded like it was comeing from the drive way. I ran to the window and saw a shadow that looked like a man banging at my car window with something in his hand. I yelled at him, “hey, hey you”!! “get the hell out of hear”! he didnt even look back, and that was weird. He didnt even stop banging at my window, and that was scary. You would think he would become startled or scared, jump or run or even just look back, but no, nothing. I then ran outside in nothin but my boxer shorts, and my first reaction is to knock this dude out, attck him is what I first wanted to do, but as I got closer to him i saw he had a knife in his hand, or what looked like a knife. I wont lie, I was a little nervouse at this point, i started to slow down as a approached him, his confidance sacred me, I am not a small dude, and I thought I was pretty intimidating, but this guy could care less that I was there, and thats weird, thats not even normal. I couldnt figure out why this guy was not scared of me, did he have a gun? a knife? what was in his hands? did he have homies around about to jump me? all these thoughts were going through my head. I kept yelling at him, and then he finaly said without even looking at me, “it wont open” what! at this point I was so confused, I thought i was dreaming. I finally said enough is enough, i said, “ok mother fucker you asked for it, your about to get fucked up”! I ran back to the front door and opened it and told my daughter to “get em”! my pitbull ran as fast as she has ever ran jumping into the air and tackling this guy onto the street bitting him all over, he was screaming as she was ripping his jeans like one of her toys we by her at petco. I told my girlfriend to call the cops, then I went on yelling, “get em lexi, get em!!! fucken get em lexi!!!!!!! over and over again. I was so proud of her. he some how got up and started running down the middle of the street, lexi then chased him bitting his ankles barking and bitting and barking thrre blocks and I was running right behind both of them almost completely naked. he thought he could out run my daughter! lol thats funny! my dog was on this crack head like white on rice. The main street was more lit up from all the street lights and I saw that his hands where empty as he through them up as lexi bit his leg, I then went into attack mode, now that I new he had no gun or weapon. I ran and tackled him into the street, stood up and kicked him so hard in the face i was almost knocked out, then I put him in a choke hold and sat there in the middle of the street while cars where driving around me waiting for the cops to show up. everytime this gut tried to move lexi would snap at his arms and legs, she was running around us in circles showing these teeth that even scared me! fianly four cop cars pulled up surounding us, I let the guy go and grabbed lexi, as all the cops did there thing. I have never been more proud of my dog, she protected the house, protected my girlfriend and me from harm, she riscked her own life to protect us, I am forever greatfull to her, I will never own a better dog for as long as I live. I After the cops took him away and did all the talking and paper work, my girlfriend and I put lexi’s pink snuggie on, gave her a treat, and went back to bed. the nd
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OMG!! That is an amazing story!! I LOVE Lexi!! She is a hero…
What ever happened to the crack?? Why was he not intimidated when he first saw you?
Maybe he had a knife or gun and threw it while he was running..
You are so lucky to have Lexi because that is some scary shit! I cant believe he didn’t run when they saw you.. He must be a CRACK head.. So whats next, will there be a trial?
What ever happened to the crack?? Why was he not intimidated when he first saw you?
Maybe he had a knife or gun and threw it while he was running..
You are so lucky to have Lexi because that is some scary shit! I cant believe he didn’t run when they saw you.. He must be a CRACK head.. So whats next, will there be a trial?
Yes Lexi is the hero of the year! The cops new of this guy pretty well, and they said he has been in and out of crazy houses his whole life, insane isilums. dang I know I spelled that word all wrong, sorry. After hearing this news that he was crazy I started to feel bad, but at the same time I dont regret anything I did, I had to protect my girlfriend and myself. There was no way of knowing he was crazy and needed help, I just had to react in the moment. This guy should not be walking the streets though, he could hurt someone very badly, and he could hurt himself very bad. He is lucky that all I did was have my dog attack him and tackle him down on the street, There is peole out there that carry guns for home protection and he could have been shot and killed. He needs help, and needs to be looked after, but still no excuse for what this guy did and how he threatend my family. After this crazy night I have decided to by a gun for home protection. I am in the process of getting my license, takeing gun safety classes and looking into what gun would be right for me. Even the cops asked me if I had home protection, and when I said no, they looked at me and said, “that is not smart, you should have protection in your house at all times”. Pluse I live in a rough area, and break ins happen very often. I remember the feeling of walking outside and feeling hopeless. I couldnt protect my family, no matter how big or strong I am, a meth head with a gun or knife is no match for anyone. what happen if that guy attacked me and went into the house with a weapon?? what would I have done? of course I would have tried to stop him and my dog as well, but one pull of the trigger and down goes me and my dog, plus my girlfriend and my roomates, and then what. I refuse to feel helpless again, I refuse to sit back and let the “what if” factore lay in the back of my head when my girlfriend sleeps sound at night. It is my job to protect her, and thats excatly what I will do. I have been talking to my step dad, my dad, and my granparents about this decision to buy a gun, and they suppoert me completely, they all have guns in there house. They told me that I had to take all the safety classes, I had to learn how to shoot it and practice shooting the gun and a gun range at least a few times a month, and I agreed of course. The cops called me back yesterday andtold me this man will be going into insane jail, basicly a crazy house, they used a bunch if big words that I did not understand, but I am sure thats what they ment. and thats thats, hopefully this man can get help and get himself better. this explains why the crack head told me the car wont open! lol he was crazy! maybe not even on crack, I should change the tittle to crazy head! what do you all think about my decistion to have home protection? 2012
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