Posts by steelmoose02

Penny's late girlfriend wasn't named Maya, she was Jane G. from the suburbs,

I never actually said his girlfriend was named Maya; Maya was the girl Nick from Sopot used to date. I only brought her up because she tagged along on a few trips with us.

Back then she was still in college, and her brother Mr. M. was part of the hardcore NYC crew (with Panda and the rest) and served alongside his brother on the front lines. (Near Vajdin vijenac).

God... damn it... that guy from Bank of America, that fat kid from the outskirts, etc...

Anyway, R. Knjaz is basically the one who forced Dugava TV into existence, which is where the whole "Dugave Republic" thing comes from.

Knjaz pushed Dugava TV through along with that guy who fell off the terrace—I think his name was Bora or something, I can't recall the exact name 100%. To be honest, I remember his sister's curves better.

More specifically, he did it with
I still remember it today—his death and that snippet from the obituary she wrote for him: "I feel something splitting inside me through the terraces of consciousness... I love you" (Azra)
So, let's just leave it at that, before this goes any further pointlessly.

We arrived in Venice six days after the fatality, traveling with part of the 7th Cavalry Brigade. I don't want to write another word about it here. If you have questions about the case, hit me up via PM.

Who says he was in the back of the last bus in Bergamo? We suddenly stumbled into this total chaos... shouting coming from all directions... flares going off everywhere, looking like you're in Stalingrad during an occupation... Molotovs flying, they even smashed our baseball, and we didn't even stop 😂 and the driver was such a pedantic little prick; he wouldn't even let us smoke so we wouldn't overheat the car. In the end, he was eating so much I thought he might have a stroke.😂 But hats off to the guys who stayed down there (+ Sarma).
And do you remember how long it took us to get out before the police finally dispersed them with batons?

I remember they were cuffing Italians and some policewoman too; at least that’s what the cop at the exit told me.

...ugh, man. Those steel exit doors—like an Inquisition gate, built for gladiators.🤣

Henry Hayes4 said:Pan isn't from the Dugav area, he's actually from Zapruđ. But his girlfriend was from Dugav, so he used to hang out with those guys all the time. I think I saw some graffiti back in high school in Zapruđ featuring him, Bubati, and a few other guys.

You're probably right. I know he was always at the games—at least at the ones I went to—hanging with the Dugav crowd, Nikša from Sopot, and Maya, whose sandwiches people still talk about today 🙂 ... so that's why I made the connection. I guess time and age just blur the memory a bit. I haven't seen that graffiti, and I definitely haven't been in Zapruđ for ten years, but maybe I'll take the kids through there tomorrow and see if I can spot it.

John Martin18 said:Well, damn... at Mack's family wedding, his "godmother's" envelope was thick enough to be a medical encyclopedia... (...or maybe it felt like you secretly slipped a Dostoevsky book in there instead 🤣 ...but hey, I guess the big man knows what to do and who he needs to run with)
...character and those spikes... don't you see the similarities?

I saw him in Bergamo and at the VŽ game.
(But honestly, while things were messy—since our guy was the absolute last one to get into a scrap, he and part of the crew were already too far up and couldn't get back because of those gates at the entrance 🤣, I really believe he didn't try all that hard or show much desire to do so, no matter how much the guys were calling them back to join in...)

Let me clear this up: the cops cleared us out before you guys even arrived (the last bus) at the stands because we stormed the shop across from the parking lot. It’s almost funny—Pan from Dugav (rest his soul, the American Knight who died near Dubrovnik) accidentally swiped a non-alcoholic beer, and then, out of pure frustration, he led the charge against the store. The police rushed in and pushed/forced us back toward the stands.
Mack was screaming from the stands, "Let's break out, let's go, it's getting crazy!" But there wasn't a prayer of us breaking through the police line, mostly because of those iron gates at the entrance they slammed shut, banging batons against the fence right above us. It's true we tried to charge three times, but we just ended up taking a beating from the cops.
Anyway, Mack wasn't actually part of the charges; he was just yelling from the stands, "Come on everyone... what are you cowards waiting for, let's goooo!" Classic him.
You were right, he was only at the VŽ game that year since I didn't miss a single away match that season, so I know firsthand how it went. 🙂 I remember when we went to Novi Sad that year; he stayed behind with his usual excuse about having "major private problems" and being unable to go—cops this, cops that. Pete basically told him straight to his face that he's a lying coward, just like his best man is today. 😉

Hang in there, guys!