"My grandma and her friend drove to San Francisco together in the late '60s, young ladies in their 20s just wanting to make their way west and explore. They didn't have any money; my grandma told me about sleeping on the wood floor in an apartment they'd sublet and using their suitcases for pillows. Her friend started hanging out with people in the hippie culture, especially these particular two girls who kept asking them to come visit their ranch. My grandma didn't like their vibe, but the friend continued to hang out with them. Eventually my grandma went back to Minnesota because she wasn't having fun. The hippie friends my grandma's friend was hanging out with? The Manson family."
"About an hour into sex, she freaked out - started screaming at him, hitting him, and telling him sex was a mistake. She chased him out of her apartment. End of the date, but not the story. A couple of days later, he called me up, totally weirded out."
"I was walking to my car, about to go to the bank on lunch. It was payday. A guy was walking toward me and our eyes met as he passed. Something in my brain said, 'Hope he doesn't try to rob me.' The next second there was a gun stuck in my side, and he said, 'Give it up.' I gave him my purse and he grabbed my car keys. He told me to get on the ground, and I watched him drive away in my car. Luckily he only got my checkbook, not actual money. I was pretty fucked up about it for a long time. But I guess I knew when he looked at me."
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