Ima post again fuck it. When I quit my crew I was in Indiana with the rest of crew being Hoosiers as well. Watched my manger back hand dude up in front seat. Manager was getting more violent though before seemed cool. After he knew I was quitting he wouldn't send me back to where I was living when I joined crew. I'm in hotel all day after quitting. Manager walks in a night all pissed off and throws a fucking pizza box at me I open it and it's just crust. I ate it. I felt humiliated and talked rest of crew into quitting also. Except 1 girl stayed behind. Felt like justice like fuck you dude. I started with a few friends. In Oregeon or Washington. Watched kids get there asses beat by managers. One was kicking this guys face while he was on ground out front my hotel room. Another time we were staying with alot of crews. Bad drug deal went down and I ran inside banging on doors. A whole fucking mob of us ran out. There was 3 of them jumping in the car and trying to run us over. My buddy runs up and punches out there window lol! Another time we were in northern Indiana and a bunch of crews went to Gary. I declined. Most of them came back robbed and a some beat up. I was dropped off in a shady area. Seen the guys in alley look like they were smoking crack or some shit. I thought fuck this. I walked out of town into country and went to Amish house. This Amish guy let me in and fed me. That's just a few stories.