Okay, so I gave reasonable ideas to keep the thugs from messing with you.
Here\'s another approach- do something really **** up.
It worked for an old roomate.

One day back in winter 2000, while residing at 215 Fitch Street New Haven,  my roomate and I were sitting on our pleather couch, chain smoking with an over flowing ashtray between us, playing Madden (Eddie George edition) on N64, when our other roomate burst through the front door as if shot from a canon.  
He immediately turned to the closet next to the front door and took out his chainsaw (he worked for a tree service, and the front closet is where he just happened to keep it).  He ran out the front door as fast as he came in, starting it up on the way.  
We bolted off the couch and followed him out the door to find him chasing 3 local hoods down the street.  Our roomate was yelling "I\'ll carve you up and eat you" over the nosie of the chainsaw and the now terrified thugs were shrieking at the top of their lungs while running away.
These thugs had tried to mug our roomate.  The best part is they must have thought the chainsaw was a weapon of choice, not convience, (I mean, who the hell keeps a chainsaw in the front closet of their house?) but a message was sent, and for the rest of our duration there, the neighborhood was scared of us.

One day back in winter 2000, while residing at 215 Fitch Street New Haven,  my roomate and I were sitting on our pleather couch, chain smoking with an over flowing ashtray between us, playing Madden (Eddie George edition) on N64, when our other roomate burst through the front door as if shot from a canon.  
He immediately turned to the closet next to the front door and took out his chainsaw (he worked for a tree service, and the front closet is where he just happened to keep it).  He ran out the front door as fast as he came in, starting it up on the way.  
We bolted off the couch and followed him out the door to find him chasing 3 local hoods down the street.  Our roomate was yelling "I\'ll carve you up and eat you" over the nosie of the chainsaw and the now terrified thugs were shrieking at the top of their lungs while runnign away.
These thugs had tried to mug our roomate.  The best part is they must have thought the chainsaw was a weapon of choice, not convience, (I mean, who the hell keeps a chainsaw in the front closet of their house?) but a message was sent, and for the rest of our duration their, the neighborhood was scared of us.

oh man, that\'s great! :yay:

ah, Hartford.

I lived there for six months.
I lived right on the line of West Hartford off of Farmington Ave two blocks from
Prospect Ave.
I went to work daily in the north end on sigourney st.
anyways..

tips on being safe in Hartford...
Get a pit bull and walk him everyday down the street.  Multiple times if you can.  People will cross to the other side of the street when your walking with him by your side.  I\'ve even smoked a bowl and walked him at the same time and haven\'t been bothered.

But if your in town for Sully\'s ect...Do not get lost in the north end, you WILL get pulled over for being white.

we lived sort of close to each other. I grew up on the corner of South Quaker Lane and Talcott Road. In the Elmwood area. It is almost across the street from Beachland Park. A few blocks from Prospect and New Britian ave

"I\'ll carve you up and eat you" over the nosie of the chainsaw and the now terrified thugs were shrieking at the top of their lungs while running away.

LOL!!!  That\'s fuckin\' classic!!

bonzo,
oh god, whats your address on sigourney?
I uh, rented out many apartment on that street for a property management company i was working for.

yo bonzo, come down to Sweet Janes on Pratt st. and ill hook you up with a beer. i\'m workin 8-3. whaddyathinkaboutthat?