Working in the Inner City

Do you actually live in Philly? How a many shootings a year do they have there. Sounds crazy.

I live in the quiet, peaceful suburbs. Philly set the record for homicides per-capita among the 10 largest cities in 2010 and 2011. In 2011 the homicide rate for Philly was 20.7 per 100,000. In second place was Chicago at 15.7. We beat 'em by a mile!
 
You're telling me that Jewish people have their own Mafia? Didn't know that. Good info; see I did learn something tonight!
 
I actually have some good 'urban survival' techniques I learned from various shows about the military and private security firms in places like the middle east etc. also playing Grand Theift Auto GTA, go figure.

If the place looks really rough, put the foot down and simply speed...move fast....

Treat every traffic light that is empty as a 4 way stop...no, i'm not going to just sit here.

Probably most important:
When stopped in traffic at a light, leave an entire car-length between you and the car in front, never box yourself in....have a mindset that if you are approached in a carjacking situation, turn the wheel all the way in one direction and simply floor it...have a mindset that you will scrape by and plow through anything that gets into your way. If someone comes up to your window with a gun, no you don't have time to reach for yours, use your car as a weapon and drive away as fast as possible, scrapes, curbs, people, anything but a baby stroller, is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'm a father with two small kids...if you happen to be crossing the street in front of my car while I happen to be in the process of a carjacking attempt, then it's just not your lucky day, pure and simple, no appologies.

If US military special ops in the middle east, when driving through the red zone, *RUN* from danger, that's good advice from all of us. If you didn't show up to fight offensivly, then you don't stay and fight defensivly if at all possible. You simply remove yourself from the situation at all costs.

I've spent alot of time carjacking folks on GTA...the only ones I fail or don't kill are the ones who simply floor it and crash their way out of there....i usually don't even waste time shooting at them, I'm too busy jacking the next car.

Walking around:
There's a comedian who has a bit where he talks about 'dont mess with the white guy hanging out with the brothers....he's **crazy**, there's no telling what he did to earn their respect"

So that basically means 'be present' with a purpose, look like you know what you're doing, be that crazy guy that beats the crap out of the biggest guy your first day in prison...lol...

If there's a group you can't avoid, use your diaphram and belt out a harty "I'm the insurance man, where does Mamie Jane live"

If that dosn't work, there's always "Ok guys, let's see some IDs" and start dialing your cell phone...by the time you look up, you should be standing there alone...

Once you have all this down, I highly recomend playing Gansta Rap very loudly on your radio as you drive the 'hood....now that's a real rush...
 
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When I was new to the business, I apparently looked like a detective. On one occasion, a couple young guys at a fast food joint asked me if I was a cop. I foolishly answered, "Naw, I'm the insurance man!" Then when I went to leave the place these guys blocked my way & boxed me in to rob me. I quickly prayed for deliverance, when an elderly couple opened the door behind thug #1, distracting him. I saw my chance & bolted, nearly knocking the poor little old lady on her keester!
The very next time somebody asked if I was a cop, I paused, looked him up & down with the "tough as nails" detective glare, and asked "why you askin'?" He sheepishly replied, "Oh, no reason. Just curious." I muttered, "OK, then" with my best Clint Eastwood voice, and went on my way safe & sound.
 
pcbinsurance said:
You caused that elderly couple to be robbed instead of you. Bravo!

I doubt it. Insurance men in those days were usually carrying a fair amount of cash from premium collections, so it was a crime of opportunity. Up to that point, these thugs hadn't bothered anybody going in or out. I just looked like an easy target. They didn't seem to be interested in the old folks.
The real point of the story is to act like you belong there and know what you're doing. The elderly couple were local to the neighborhood, probably knew these guys' parents. I was new, nervous, & vulnerable (plus I'm short & didn't weigh much in those days either!)
 
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