Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - When a Crackhead Tried to Rob Us A Terrifying Fight That Changed Everything #63

Episode Date: August 26, 2025

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Today's story. It's insane. It's about the time a straight-up crackhead tried to rob me and my boy. It ended in a way no one expected. So buckle up, light something if that's your vibe, grab snacks, and let's jump into the madness. So let me take y'all back a couple years. I was 17 at the time, just doing dumb teenager stuff on a regular Saturday morning. I woke up, brushed my teeth, threw on a hoodie and some beat-up vans,

and texted my best friend Tim to link up. Now, for privacy reasons, that's not his real name. But let me give you the rundown on Tim. Tim didn't have a job, but dude always had money. Like stacks. At first glance, you'd think he was some spoiled rich kid, right? Nah. He was more like a local entrepreneur, in the stoner community, if you catch my drift.

Not flashy or cocky either, just just you. chill. He moved smooth, didn't attract the wrong attention, and people liked him. Real laid-back guy with good vibes. And yes, that detail's gonna matter later. Anyway, I hit him up and was like, yo, you try to spark one. He was down, so I jumped in my crusty 97 Honda Accord, manual locks and all, drove over to his mom's place, and scooped him. His mom didn't want us smoking near the house, totally fair, I respect that. I'm not a parent, but if I catch my future kid blazing up, I'd rather it be at home where it's safe than out in some sketchy alley. Problem was, Tim had just moved in with his mom and we hadn't scoped out a good smoke spot yet. But we figured

the basketball courts would do. It had a roadside parking area and no one was there. Empty lot, no cameras, no cars. We parked, and I started rolling. Originally I was gonna twist a joint, but we ended up with a blunt. Priorities, right? So I'm in the car, rolling this masterpiece like it's some kind of sacred ritual, and out of nowhere this dude starts walking up the sidewalk. Old guy, maybe in his 50s. Dirty clothes, missing teeth, looking like life had thrown him a few too many punches.

Town we were and had a crime rating of like A.D., so we stayed alert but didn't freak out. He walks up to the car and starts talking to us through the cracked window. Now, we were young, stoned, and way too friendly. We didn't want to be rude, so we chatted back. Dumb, I know. Then Tim, in peak generosity mode, tells the dude he can take a hit once we're done. I side-eyed him hard, but didn't say anything. It felt weird, but whatever.

Tim being Tim. So we step out, light the blunt, and start smoking. I made sure to lock the car, just because the dude was giving off weird energy. He hovered around while we passed it back and forth. The guy was talkative, but his words weren't quite clicking. I was trying to keep it chill but I could tell something was, off. After we finished, I flicked the roach and we gave him a quick fist bump like, Cool meeting you, now bye.

But as we headed back to the car, things went sideways fast. I'm putting the key in the lock, because yes, manual, old-school Honda problems, and BAM, the dude throws his arm around Tim's neck and starts choking him out. Just like that. No warning. One second we're walking, the next it's full-on chaos. I panicked, ran around the car and started trying to pull him off Tim. But this guy had a grip like he trained with Chris.

gorillas. I looked him dead in the eye and told him, yo, let go of my friend or you're going to get messed up. Dude didn't flinch. Probably thought two skinny high schoolers weren't a threat. I mean, fair point, but still. Tim was struggling hard, trying to pull away, but the guy had him locked in. I started swinging, hitting the guy in the back and ribs, trying to get him to release. The three of us were rolling around like some backyard wrestling match gone wrong. Eventually, we all end up in front of my car and Tim somehow gets on top, trying to wriggle free. That's when I noticed the dude's hand is wrapped around Tim's wallet like he's never letting go. Tim yells, bro, help me, so I did what any panic teenager with zero self-defense training would do,

I kicked the dude. Hard. Right in the face. Once. Twice. I lost count after five. I was just aiming to protect my boy. It wasn't pretty. My foot hurt like hell, but finally the guy let go. He didn't say a word. Just stood up, shook it off like nothing happened, and casually walked away.

Like, bruh, what just happened? We were shook. Didn't waste another second, unlocked the car, jumped in, and did. dipped out of there like our lives depended on it. I asked him how much cash he had on him, and this idiot goes, $600. I looked at him like, dude. Why? He shrugged. I swear, sometimes he had the street smarts of a goldfish. Luckily, the guy didn't get a single dollar. We just drove home in complete silence, trying to process the insanity. I dropped him off and went home. thought that was the end of it. Spoiler alert, it wasn't. Five hours later, around 8 p.m., there's a knock on my

front door. I peek out and it's the cops. Yep. The moment every teenager dreads. I was like, Wellp, here we go. I grabbed my mom because, you know, I was still technically a minor and wasn't about to deal with cops solo. They asked me what happened earlier, so I tell them everything. I even admit we smoked. Figured honesty was the best bet here. The cop listens quietly, nodding, and then hits us with, that guy. He's in the hospital. Turns out, after our little fight, he went home, passed out on his lawn, and the cops found him.

They asked what happened, and he claimed he just tripped and fell. But that's not even the wild part. The officer tells us the guy's a known crackhead. Like, well-known. Violent record. Sketchy family. All kinds of red flags. Then the cop's phone rings, and he excuses himself. My mom is staring at me like I just ran over Santa Claus. I'm sweating bullets. Two minutes later the cop walks back, stone-faced, and says, he's dead. My stomach dropped. Like, full-body cold sweat, am I going to jail? panic. He explained that the guy probably had a heart attack because of the fight mixed with

the drugs in his system. The autopsy would confirm it, but the preliminary guess was that it wasn't our fault. Still, that hit different. He advised us, seriously, to lie low. Maybe even leave town for a while. The guy's family was known for causing trouble and getting revenge. But we didn't bounce. Thought it sounded extreme. maybe even paranoid. Looking back, maybe not. I ended up writing a full statement. Tim did too.

We turned them in. And that was that. We never heard back. No charges, no legal drama, nothing. My foot was bruised for like a week. Couldn't walk right for days. But the whole experience... That stuck way longer.

I still think about it, Sometimes. Not because I feel guilty, we were defending ourselves, but because that was the day I learned how fast life can turn sideways. Anyway, thanks for reading this far. If you made it all the way here, you're a real one. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes the wrong puff at the wrong park can land you in the middle of an attempted robbery and a homicide case. Wild times, man. Catch y'all in the next story. Stay safe. and maybe don't invite strangers to smoke with you. Peace. The end.