Tim Zom finds out that what goes around comes around.

January 10, 2008 @ 6:56 PM

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I live in a suburb of Rotterdam in Holland.
Its not a great place to come from, and life can be hard for people there.
A few years ago, I lived in a tower block, and I had this moped I wanted to sell for 400 euros. I put the word out and eventually this guy came round, said he wanted to take a look at it.
I took him down to the garage underneath the block of flats I lived in and let him look it over.
From the start there was something about the whole thing that I didn’t like.
This guy announced that he was interested but wanted to take it for a test ride. I told him no, because I knew I would never see the bike again. I told him if he left the 400 euros with me, he could take the bike and if there was anything he didn’t like about it, I would give him the money back, no problems.
He argued for a while, then told me to wait there while he got the money. While he was gone a friend walked past and came in for a smoke.
Minutes later the guy appeared back in the doorway. He walked in and pulled two- not one, but two- handguns out of his waistband and pointed them both at me.
What he didn’t notice was my friend, slip out the door unnoticed and run up to my flat. My friend ran in to my house and told my dad “You need to come downstairs, Tim is in trouble”
So I’m trying to handle this situation when we hear my Dad running toward the garage. As my Dad appears in the doorway, the guy puts his hands inside his jacket like his arms are folded, but my Dad has his only escape route blocked and the guy is getting very fucking jumpy.
“Whats the matter Tim? Everything alright down here?” my Dad says, eyeballing the guy who is starting to panic. I had to act fast because he would have to shoot my Dad to get out.
I told my Dad everything was cool, to go away because it was just a misunderstanding and I could handle it. And so he did. The guy puts one gun away and points the other one at my head and says he’s taking the bike. I just told him to go ahead. A stupid moped wasn’t worth myself or my Dad getting killed for.
So fuck it.

It was nicked, anyway.

Tim Zom rides for Colorblind and Adio.