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Not relaxing is only the first step in avoiding the groid. You were properly tense and you caught one schemin, but you're not out of the woods yet. You are gonna have to make some moves if you want to ensure a future for your white ass.

Think like a tennis player. Where can he see and move quickly to? Dont go there. Make him have to run.

You should not need to look at him. If he is moving at a normal speed he cannot touch you and if he is moving at a fast speed you can hear him. They don't really want to announce their intentions by chasing people. They want it to go smooth or they will quit.

If it is a legit feral monkey at the end of its wits, you've got a real situation on your hands so let's pretend:

Uh oh you hear the hastening footsteps. Most people turn and look at the nigger and freeze until they're all knifed up. They could've been making deft moves.

People say time slows down. It doesnt. You simply decide to use all of it. I say this as a former athlete (not tennis). You save a lot of time with foresight, and you save more by not doubting yourself constantly. Go to the right spot singlemindedly, like a centerfielder.
A normal person wastes time thinking. To them it "all happened so fast!" But you have plenty of time.

So far you've saved a few seconds and built some advantages, but if your escape failed, you have a nigger bearing down on your position which is a goddam open elevator that hasnt shut yet. Wasted! Shouldve taken the stairs.

We should not end up in this position. That is why we employ prejudice and a mental map of our surroundings.

Or

Get a gun and carry it, and still dont relax, still keep good angles and smart destinations, still make every second count, but you dont have to throw a punch into the path of a swinging knife.

I think im finally getting one fellas. This close call shit is exhausting.







Edit: my situation was a nigger using the smoking area of the hotel as a place to wait for victims. I go an unnatural, sudden obtuse path off into the parking lot, 1.25 speed. If he were to follow it would be very obvious, so he won't. For some reason i want to maintain dignity by not running or turning 180 degrees back to safety.

My new destination is right where I came from but by an unexpected jackknife route behind a row of cars. The acute turn is where you quicken your steps. This is how you're going to magically reappear somewhere else. In the city you speed up after turning corners.

He wandered to the middle of the parking lot, where I had just been, pointing all over the place. I think he was redrawing my route to figure out how the hell I got where i was, which was to the left of the door i had exited right about 25 seconds prior. To him i had performed magic, because he's withdrawing from crack cocaine. I had moved deftly without running.

Finally I light my cigarette which was my actual destination. He is now way out by the road.

Yeah i dont wanna play hide and seek with wild monkeys anymore