Monday, February 23, 2004
The last week or so has been, well, the only word for it would be something like hecticly fucked up.
I've had worse days in my life, but I guess I'm just getting tired of all the shit.
One thing I do know is that things are starting to get crazy in this town again, I can feel it in the air. I wen't over to Laws ave. about a week (give or take a couple days) ago to see Rick, Chuck, Dale and Ace.
It was raining like a mother fucker outside all that day and I was dreading going out in it cause I didnt realy feel like getting wet. I had a little bit of Shit left and just broke my piece of shit Glass pipe so I had no way to smoke it.
I got some foil, but this shit is too good for foil, it just burns right through it, even the extra thick heavy duty foil like we have.
I took a shower, and did other shit that I usualy do before I go out, then grabbed a couple bottles of Beer for Rick and Chuck, and headed out the door.
It was'nt more then 10 seconds later, about 5 feet away from my yard that I heard a honk and a car came cruising up. It was Lil' John and linda. They asked me where I was going and I told them I was going to Laws. They offered to give me a ride sense I think Lil' john was on his way there also.
I said ok and then had them stop by the store on Washington to buy a new tube for a glass pipe. She had to get gas also so she said it was cool.
I went in, payed for the gass and bought a glass. Then she dropped me and lil' john off on Laws. Lil' John said he wanted to talk to me about some things so we walked up and down Laws for a while discussing various things. He was wanting me to hook up a pistol, preferably a 9 mil., and also talked about a few other things. One thing he was wondering about is if Ace was getting his little sister high on dope. He was pretty sure he was getting her high, but Ace says he don't and Lil' John knew he could not just go off his own assumptions. I asked Ace before a few different times, and he even swears to me he does'nt let her hit the pipe, even though I have thought he might have before, and she does seem spun sometime. I told lil' john that Ace told me he did'nt so he is just going to wait it out. We got done talking and made plans to meet at Ace Dogg's house in about a half hour. I went to Rick's place and handed him and Chuck a beer. They were drinking cheap shit so I am sure they were thankful for the change.
I bullshitted for a while then blew the pipe. I bullshitted for a bit more afterwards, took a few hits off the new pipe (which was also a piece of shit sense the store on washington has been only selling thin glass), then walked outside to go to Ace Dogg's pad. I stepped out and Lil' john was outside the house talking to some people. I walked up and he told the people he would catch them later. We then walked down Laws and we wen't to this chicks house.
We knocked and he seen if it was cool that he had company, then walked inside. We went upstairs and to the room where the lady was at. She told her daughter to go play, and after being a defiant pain in the ass, she finaly did.
Lil' john then asked to see my new pipe and loaded a bowl of shit in it. Then he had be grab my bag and he put a fat Shard in it and told me to save it for myself later on. That was cool as fuck. We rolled a few bowls and then I decided I must get going so I can make it to work in time. We looked around for any homies that might be around to see if we can find a ride, but we didnt see any.
It was'nt raining that bad at the time so I decided to just walk. Lil' John said he would walk with me half way. We started walking, and talking about various things, and discussed buisness. We got half way down state when we seen a couple cops roll up to Millers Doughnuts. We both got jumpy because he has a warrant and I had a Glass Pipe, a bag of Dope, and a Syrenge on me.
We kept walking hoping they would not come and try to harass.
We took a short cut through the field and came out on Talmage Road. He was now more then half way but he was not going to turn around with the Cops in the area. While walking on Talmage a Cop cruised by us, and slowed down after passing us, like he was studying us in his rear view. Finaly he wen't around the corner where we could not see him. We had the feeling he might be laying in wait for us, but were not sure. We decided to hit the tracks and walk up them for a while. When we reached the tracks just across the street, we seen the cop parked at the Gas Station, right by the curb to drive out, not getting gas. He was waiting for us to walk by and I am sure he was going to stop us.
We hurried down the tracks and I kept my eyes over the fence where I could see some of Waugh Lane. I seen the same cop then drive down Waugh. and after that I knew he wanted us. We got part way down the tracks and I looked ahead and seen another cop drive past on Gobbi. So we cut through a hole in the fence and got on Waugh. and just hoped we could avoid any other cops. I finaly made it to my pad and got ready for work. Lil' John kept walking to a homies house where he would be safe. He said he'd call me at work because I was suposed to check in on the Baretta 9 mil.'s, the 9 mil. oozies, and about coming up on some cash to start a good dope flow and make some extra dope/money.
I rolled a few bowls then took a shower and went to work.
He called me at work once, and I said I had not yet been able to set things up.
He said he would call back but never did.
I went home after work that night, and took care of some shit I needed to do, rolled a few bowls, and tweeked out untill the next day.
The next day Lil' John called me and asked me if Ace contacted me and told me why he did'nt call back the night before.
I said no, but I also was not around the phone much so he could of.
He then told me about what happened. A car load of Scraps (Sureno's) cruised up while he was walkin.
a couple got out and started talking a bunch of shit. Lil' John being little, but full of heart like he is, then threw a punch hitting one of them, before they all jumped out (about 5). They started hitting him until they got him on the ground, and then started stomping him over and over. Then they pulled out Knives and Box Cutters and started slashing him while they were stomping and kicking him. They ended up breaking his hip, and slicing him all to hell.
He sounded like he was in allot of pain. He could not go to the hospital though, cause I heard from Ace's mom that the hospital now does warrant checks.
I asked him who they were, and told him I'd keep an eye out, and mentioned that we are going to have to go search for them and retaliate soon. He agreed and said he's get back to me later.
The next few days after that me and Skot chilled and got high.
I went and hooked up some shit on Laws and we rolled some bowls there with Rick, Chuck, and Dale. I was sooooo fucking tweeked out from the night before when I shot up over 200 cc's of Crystal. Skot tried shooting it for his first time and he got such a rush at first he almost busted a load in his pants. He was so fucking high that he wen't to work the next day, came back and was still high.
We took so I could get to work after hanging out on laws for a while. While on Leslie st. We almost had to fight with some punk who had a stick of some sort and was trying to act like a bad ass. We turned around, threw up our arms, in a gesture saying "come on motherfucker, bring it". Skot asked me for my blade but I never give up my knife, especialy during a moment like this. I was ready to just shank the mother fucker because I was not in the mood to deal with the shit. The guy finaly went into the Apartment Complexes and we did not see him anymore. We gave him plenty of oppertunity to step up but I guess he realy did not want to. I finaly got to work and worked a couple hours before I was off. Skot met me after work and we drank some beers. I had to drink a whole shitload, and smoke tons of weed before I could sleep, but I finaly did.
We were going to wake up the next day, and go get a new syrenge.
The next day did'nt work out like it should of though, because he came back and my mom's piece of shit b/f told him I was gone when I was actualy sleeping. I woke up later and noticed he was not there, so I crushed up some shit real fine, and smoked the rest off of heavy duty Tin foil.
Well, I gotta start getting ready for work. I will write another entry when I get around to it. I'm sure there is plenty that I left out.
I've had worse days in my life, but I guess I'm just getting tired of all the shit.
One thing I do know is that things are starting to get crazy in this town again, I can feel it in the air. I wen't over to Laws ave. about a week (give or take a couple days) ago to see Rick, Chuck, Dale and Ace.
It was raining like a mother fucker outside all that day and I was dreading going out in it cause I didnt realy feel like getting wet. I had a little bit of Shit left and just broke my piece of shit Glass pipe so I had no way to smoke it.
I got some foil, but this shit is too good for foil, it just burns right through it, even the extra thick heavy duty foil like we have.
I took a shower, and did other shit that I usualy do before I go out, then grabbed a couple bottles of Beer for Rick and Chuck, and headed out the door.
It was'nt more then 10 seconds later, about 5 feet away from my yard that I heard a honk and a car came cruising up. It was Lil' John and linda. They asked me where I was going and I told them I was going to Laws. They offered to give me a ride sense I think Lil' john was on his way there also.
I said ok and then had them stop by the store on Washington to buy a new tube for a glass pipe. She had to get gas also so she said it was cool.
I went in, payed for the gass and bought a glass. Then she dropped me and lil' john off on Laws. Lil' John said he wanted to talk to me about some things so we walked up and down Laws for a while discussing various things. He was wanting me to hook up a pistol, preferably a 9 mil., and also talked about a few other things. One thing he was wondering about is if Ace was getting his little sister high on dope. He was pretty sure he was getting her high, but Ace says he don't and Lil' John knew he could not just go off his own assumptions. I asked Ace before a few different times, and he even swears to me he does'nt let her hit the pipe, even though I have thought he might have before, and she does seem spun sometime. I told lil' john that Ace told me he did'nt so he is just going to wait it out. We got done talking and made plans to meet at Ace Dogg's house in about a half hour. I went to Rick's place and handed him and Chuck a beer. They were drinking cheap shit so I am sure they were thankful for the change.
I bullshitted for a while then blew the pipe. I bullshitted for a bit more afterwards, took a few hits off the new pipe (which was also a piece of shit sense the store on washington has been only selling thin glass), then walked outside to go to Ace Dogg's pad. I stepped out and Lil' john was outside the house talking to some people. I walked up and he told the people he would catch them later. We then walked down Laws and we wen't to this chicks house.
We knocked and he seen if it was cool that he had company, then walked inside. We went upstairs and to the room where the lady was at. She told her daughter to go play, and after being a defiant pain in the ass, she finaly did.
Lil' john then asked to see my new pipe and loaded a bowl of shit in it. Then he had be grab my bag and he put a fat Shard in it and told me to save it for myself later on. That was cool as fuck. We rolled a few bowls and then I decided I must get going so I can make it to work in time. We looked around for any homies that might be around to see if we can find a ride, but we didnt see any.
It was'nt raining that bad at the time so I decided to just walk. Lil' John said he would walk with me half way. We started walking, and talking about various things, and discussed buisness. We got half way down state when we seen a couple cops roll up to Millers Doughnuts. We both got jumpy because he has a warrant and I had a Glass Pipe, a bag of Dope, and a Syrenge on me.
We kept walking hoping they would not come and try to harass.
We took a short cut through the field and came out on Talmage Road. He was now more then half way but he was not going to turn around with the Cops in the area. While walking on Talmage a Cop cruised by us, and slowed down after passing us, like he was studying us in his rear view. Finaly he wen't around the corner where we could not see him. We had the feeling he might be laying in wait for us, but were not sure. We decided to hit the tracks and walk up them for a while. When we reached the tracks just across the street, we seen the cop parked at the Gas Station, right by the curb to drive out, not getting gas. He was waiting for us to walk by and I am sure he was going to stop us.
We hurried down the tracks and I kept my eyes over the fence where I could see some of Waugh Lane. I seen the same cop then drive down Waugh. and after that I knew he wanted us. We got part way down the tracks and I looked ahead and seen another cop drive past on Gobbi. So we cut through a hole in the fence and got on Waugh. and just hoped we could avoid any other cops. I finaly made it to my pad and got ready for work. Lil' John kept walking to a homies house where he would be safe. He said he'd call me at work because I was suposed to check in on the Baretta 9 mil.'s, the 9 mil. oozies, and about coming up on some cash to start a good dope flow and make some extra dope/money.
I rolled a few bowls then took a shower and went to work.
He called me at work once, and I said I had not yet been able to set things up.
He said he would call back but never did.
I went home after work that night, and took care of some shit I needed to do, rolled a few bowls, and tweeked out untill the next day.
The next day Lil' John called me and asked me if Ace contacted me and told me why he did'nt call back the night before.
I said no, but I also was not around the phone much so he could of.
He then told me about what happened. A car load of Scraps (Sureno's) cruised up while he was walkin.
a couple got out and started talking a bunch of shit. Lil' John being little, but full of heart like he is, then threw a punch hitting one of them, before they all jumped out (about 5). They started hitting him until they got him on the ground, and then started stomping him over and over. Then they pulled out Knives and Box Cutters and started slashing him while they were stomping and kicking him. They ended up breaking his hip, and slicing him all to hell.
He sounded like he was in allot of pain. He could not go to the hospital though, cause I heard from Ace's mom that the hospital now does warrant checks.
I asked him who they were, and told him I'd keep an eye out, and mentioned that we are going to have to go search for them and retaliate soon. He agreed and said he's get back to me later.
The next few days after that me and Skot chilled and got high.
I went and hooked up some shit on Laws and we rolled some bowls there with Rick, Chuck, and Dale. I was sooooo fucking tweeked out from the night before when I shot up over 200 cc's of Crystal. Skot tried shooting it for his first time and he got such a rush at first he almost busted a load in his pants. He was so fucking high that he wen't to work the next day, came back and was still high.
We took so I could get to work after hanging out on laws for a while. While on Leslie st. We almost had to fight with some punk who had a stick of some sort and was trying to act like a bad ass. We turned around, threw up our arms, in a gesture saying "come on motherfucker, bring it". Skot asked me for my blade but I never give up my knife, especialy during a moment like this. I was ready to just shank the mother fucker because I was not in the mood to deal with the shit. The guy finaly went into the Apartment Complexes and we did not see him anymore. We gave him plenty of oppertunity to step up but I guess he realy did not want to. I finaly got to work and worked a couple hours before I was off. Skot met me after work and we drank some beers. I had to drink a whole shitload, and smoke tons of weed before I could sleep, but I finaly did.
We were going to wake up the next day, and go get a new syrenge.
The next day did'nt work out like it should of though, because he came back and my mom's piece of shit b/f told him I was gone when I was actualy sleeping. I woke up later and noticed he was not there, so I crushed up some shit real fine, and smoked the rest off of heavy duty Tin foil.
Well, I gotta start getting ready for work. I will write another entry when I get around to it. I'm sure there is plenty that I left out.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Well here I am writing in my journal again.
Sense I have a little time before I got to go do anything, I figured that I would write another short entry.
Lastnight my brain was going so fast, and in so many different directions at once, that I could'nt help but to start dwelling on shit.
I was trippin on shit a little bit too much lastnight.
I will say one thing though, this dope is too fuckin good.
I was tweeked out like a mother fucker, to the point where my brain was scrambled and twisted and where I could not quite get things straight in my head.
It seems to get better and better each time I re-up.
I still have'nt slept any yet, but I could'nt even if I wanted to. I would have to say I am in better mental condition then I was lastnight though.
I am getting ready to go to Laws and drink some brews with Rick in a couple hours, as soon as he gets back from getting groceries.
I took some hits off the dope bong earlier today and I am still high. I feel like I am not even typing, or wording my sentences worth a shit, but fuck it, it will turn out however it does.
Well, I ran out of shit to say, so I guess I will end this again.
This entry seems almost pointless but I realy don't give a fuck.
I typed some shit and that's all that matters. Thats pretty much what this whole thing is for, to type whatever comes to mind. Maybe if I was'nt so gacked out I could write a decent entry, but then again shit happens.
Well, Im probably going to go stare at a wall and try to look for shit that ain't there. until next time.. J-DoGG still don't give a fuck!!
Sense I have a little time before I got to go do anything, I figured that I would write another short entry.
Lastnight my brain was going so fast, and in so many different directions at once, that I could'nt help but to start dwelling on shit.
I was trippin on shit a little bit too much lastnight.
I will say one thing though, this dope is too fuckin good.
I was tweeked out like a mother fucker, to the point where my brain was scrambled and twisted and where I could not quite get things straight in my head.
It seems to get better and better each time I re-up.
I still have'nt slept any yet, but I could'nt even if I wanted to. I would have to say I am in better mental condition then I was lastnight though.
I am getting ready to go to Laws and drink some brews with Rick in a couple hours, as soon as he gets back from getting groceries.
I took some hits off the dope bong earlier today and I am still high. I feel like I am not even typing, or wording my sentences worth a shit, but fuck it, it will turn out however it does.
Well, I ran out of shit to say, so I guess I will end this again.
This entry seems almost pointless but I realy don't give a fuck.
I typed some shit and that's all that matters. Thats pretty much what this whole thing is for, to type whatever comes to mind. Maybe if I was'nt so gacked out I could write a decent entry, but then again shit happens.
Well, Im probably going to go stare at a wall and try to look for shit that ain't there. until next time.. J-DoGG still don't give a fuck!!
Well here I am with a pocket full of good drugs, but with a head full of thoughts.
Tonight my mind has been pondering upon my life, and on life around me.
At times it seems like I am on a ride destined for destruction.
I see all the bullshit around me, and even my own bullshit, and it seems like I am bound to take a huge fall.
I am going to admit, most of it evolves dope.
I get high and it eases the pain of living, and dealing with life and my mistakes I have made.
It eases the pain of losing what was once most precious to me, and being completly alone in my struggle with nobody but myself. I smoke dope to maintain from day to day. Then all the bullshit comes rolling in, all the Dope drama and drama of life keeps throwing shit my face that I can not possibly avoid dealing with.
Either some fuckin punk is trying to get some sly shit over on me with dope buisness, a Road Dogg gets jumped, I get attacked or provoked, somebody threatens my life, family is threatened, or whatever the case may be, there is always something that I have to deal with, that I end up risking my own ass, my freedom or life, in the meanwhile I got all these stupid ass hoes and bitch made mother-fuckers all around driving me completly insane and completly piss me the fuck off. It's like I try to deal with life's pain- and probably blow my fucking brains out, or try to ease the pain and end up in Jail or Dead.
It feels like everything is just flying by and I'm trying to just grasp, and hold on to life, and do whatever I can not to fall off.
It's like I am heading directly toward disaster, and there is nothing that I can do about it, try to deal with life and end up failing, or try to deal with easing that pain of life, and risk my freedom.
Sometimes I wish I would just die. That would take all of the bullshit away. Maybe I am just grasping on to what I have left hoping that everything ends up working out. I hesitate when I think of those who may be hurt if I were to die, but Damnit if only they knew how I feel, then they would understand.
I often think that if I could only wake up, and be back with Melissa, then everything would be ok and I would not need to get high anymore. I tryed for her not to do any drugs or smoke herb for a little bit
while I was with her, and failed, but now it's gone, I realise all that I had.
The lies she told do get me, but I also realise that there is allot of things I did wrong, and fucked up on, that I could have did otherwise and possibly prevented my heart ache. My Jealousy, natural lack of trust, among a few other things, I see now just may have had a major roll in us not working out. I need to learn to just forget about this shit by now, it has been a long time, but I seem to still have a slight hold on that part of my past. Seeing her with Donald in the drive-thru at work the other day did'nt help much.
I often wish that another would come along that I could get close to as I did with her, but then figure out that bitches seem to be bitches, and hoes with always be hoes. It is like they are all the same. Deceptive, dishonest, cold hearted, feelings able to just up and change out of nowhere, scandelous, devious, they all seem to end up being completly different from who they presented themselves out. BITCHES ARE FAKE. to put it blutly. Maybe I am totaly wrong but I guess that my trust has just been shattered, along with my heart and self esteem. Who knows what life will bring.
Well, to get to other things, Rikky just got arrested Lastnight. He came to my door about 2 or 3 Am., with blood all over his arms, and told me that he knew right where the dude that ripped us off was. I guess he took a chain and ran up and smashed the dude's windshield and windows with it, and in retaliation the dude did the same with the same.
He wanted me to ride with him to take care of buisness, but I had shit to do that needed to be done so I told him that we should wait until the next day, then I could even call up some heads and we could all mob over there incase any shit went down. He agreed and took off. He looked tweeked out of his Gord, like he was up for many days. I woke up this morning and mobbed over to Ford St. to get some Cash and Weed, then went to Laws and visited with Ace Dogg. I hooked up with some bomb ass dope and we smoked a few joints. That's when he told me that Rikky was in jail again for Vandalism. I bet that punk mother fucker called the cops on him, which being a snitch bitch is a big mistake. I am sure he will be dealt with soon.
I also got the option of buying me a new toy here in the near future. Ace Dogg's connect has an Oozie for sale that he is trying to get rid of fast, and I got first dibbs on it. Ace Dogg said he'd tell him to keep it set aside. After I headed out from Ace Dogg's pad, I started walking toward my house to get ready for work.
Ace's mom yelled over to me and said she was going home, which was way over on the North Side, and that she might be getting a ride and I could possibly catch one to. I thought that was cool so I walked over toward where she was. That's when I ended up seeing Rick (My mom's ex husband), and his brother sitting there drinking brew in an apartment. Come to find out they live there now with their other brother, which I was hella jazzed cause these guys are cool, and I keep losing touch. I got a number from them, bullshitted a few minnutes, showed off my dope to them, then headed out because the ride was ready. We ended up making plans for tommorow, to smoke some dope and drink some brews. Right now that is what I am looking forward to, and even better, I have'nt got to see them all 3 together for a few years.
Also Dale's (Rick and Chuck's other brother) wife was no longer living with him, so it is just a household of dudes who don't trip on shit and don't mind if we hang out and smoke dope. We'll see how this goes tommorow.
Well, I think I'll bring this to an end for now.
Not sure when I will write back, but things are getting pretty crazy lately so it may not be long.
Tonight my mind has been pondering upon my life, and on life around me.
At times it seems like I am on a ride destined for destruction.
I see all the bullshit around me, and even my own bullshit, and it seems like I am bound to take a huge fall.
I am going to admit, most of it evolves dope.
I get high and it eases the pain of living, and dealing with life and my mistakes I have made.
It eases the pain of losing what was once most precious to me, and being completly alone in my struggle with nobody but myself. I smoke dope to maintain from day to day. Then all the bullshit comes rolling in, all the Dope drama and drama of life keeps throwing shit my face that I can not possibly avoid dealing with.
Either some fuckin punk is trying to get some sly shit over on me with dope buisness, a Road Dogg gets jumped, I get attacked or provoked, somebody threatens my life, family is threatened, or whatever the case may be, there is always something that I have to deal with, that I end up risking my own ass, my freedom or life, in the meanwhile I got all these stupid ass hoes and bitch made mother-fuckers all around driving me completly insane and completly piss me the fuck off. It's like I try to deal with life's pain- and probably blow my fucking brains out, or try to ease the pain and end up in Jail or Dead.
It feels like everything is just flying by and I'm trying to just grasp, and hold on to life, and do whatever I can not to fall off.
It's like I am heading directly toward disaster, and there is nothing that I can do about it, try to deal with life and end up failing, or try to deal with easing that pain of life, and risk my freedom.
Sometimes I wish I would just die. That would take all of the bullshit away. Maybe I am just grasping on to what I have left hoping that everything ends up working out. I hesitate when I think of those who may be hurt if I were to die, but Damnit if only they knew how I feel, then they would understand.
I often think that if I could only wake up, and be back with Melissa, then everything would be ok and I would not need to get high anymore. I tryed for her not to do any drugs or smoke herb for a little bit
while I was with her, and failed, but now it's gone, I realise all that I had.
The lies she told do get me, but I also realise that there is allot of things I did wrong, and fucked up on, that I could have did otherwise and possibly prevented my heart ache. My Jealousy, natural lack of trust, among a few other things, I see now just may have had a major roll in us not working out. I need to learn to just forget about this shit by now, it has been a long time, but I seem to still have a slight hold on that part of my past. Seeing her with Donald in the drive-thru at work the other day did'nt help much.
I often wish that another would come along that I could get close to as I did with her, but then figure out that bitches seem to be bitches, and hoes with always be hoes. It is like they are all the same. Deceptive, dishonest, cold hearted, feelings able to just up and change out of nowhere, scandelous, devious, they all seem to end up being completly different from who they presented themselves out. BITCHES ARE FAKE. to put it blutly. Maybe I am totaly wrong but I guess that my trust has just been shattered, along with my heart and self esteem. Who knows what life will bring.
Well, to get to other things, Rikky just got arrested Lastnight. He came to my door about 2 or 3 Am., with blood all over his arms, and told me that he knew right where the dude that ripped us off was. I guess he took a chain and ran up and smashed the dude's windshield and windows with it, and in retaliation the dude did the same with the same.
He wanted me to ride with him to take care of buisness, but I had shit to do that needed to be done so I told him that we should wait until the next day, then I could even call up some heads and we could all mob over there incase any shit went down. He agreed and took off. He looked tweeked out of his Gord, like he was up for many days. I woke up this morning and mobbed over to Ford St. to get some Cash and Weed, then went to Laws and visited with Ace Dogg. I hooked up with some bomb ass dope and we smoked a few joints. That's when he told me that Rikky was in jail again for Vandalism. I bet that punk mother fucker called the cops on him, which being a snitch bitch is a big mistake. I am sure he will be dealt with soon.
I also got the option of buying me a new toy here in the near future. Ace Dogg's connect has an Oozie for sale that he is trying to get rid of fast, and I got first dibbs on it. Ace Dogg said he'd tell him to keep it set aside. After I headed out from Ace Dogg's pad, I started walking toward my house to get ready for work.
Ace's mom yelled over to me and said she was going home, which was way over on the North Side, and that she might be getting a ride and I could possibly catch one to. I thought that was cool so I walked over toward where she was. That's when I ended up seeing Rick (My mom's ex husband), and his brother sitting there drinking brew in an apartment. Come to find out they live there now with their other brother, which I was hella jazzed cause these guys are cool, and I keep losing touch. I got a number from them, bullshitted a few minnutes, showed off my dope to them, then headed out because the ride was ready. We ended up making plans for tommorow, to smoke some dope and drink some brews. Right now that is what I am looking forward to, and even better, I have'nt got to see them all 3 together for a few years.
Also Dale's (Rick and Chuck's other brother) wife was no longer living with him, so it is just a household of dudes who don't trip on shit and don't mind if we hang out and smoke dope. We'll see how this goes tommorow.
Well, I think I'll bring this to an end for now.
Not sure when I will write back, but things are getting pretty crazy lately so it may not be long.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Well, it's been a crazy couple of days and I don't realy have much to do right no so I figure I will write a bit.
Yesterday Ace Dogg Showed up because he knew I wanted to hook up with some more shit. I was in a tweeker sleep and he had to wake me up. I smoked a bowl of weed with him, then he told me that Rikky was in the car waiting. I gave him the money, then he went and gave it to Rikky and came back.
We smoked some more weed and chilled for a while untill the annoying Blond Hoe he was with called back and said they were on their way. She then told me "Bring a Bat" and Rikky in the background saying "Bring a Ghat". I hung up with them after they told me briefly what happened and got dressed up to go out as quick as I could. Rikky soon mobed up with the Hoe and me and Ace Dogg Jumped in. Apparantly from all that they said, this dude who lives on Sydney Ct. sold them MSN (shit you buy at an herb store that looks, smells, melts, and taste's like Crystal,- but smokes shitty and don't even get you high) mixed with a small bit of Crystal powder. The Hoe did remind me that Rikky never knew about MSN until recently so he was fooled. We decided to find this guy and fuck him badly. The Hoe was going to mace him and I and the others would probably beat the fuck out of him. I wanted to do something that made a lasting impression, after all that is how I always done things, so I figured I would break his legs or something like that. Something that he will have for a while, and have to live with, so he can think back on what caused it all and know not to fuck with me or my people.
We cruised around a few hours, first stopping at this Apartment near Observatory and questioning the dude who lived there about where this chick (Pratt's mom) that was with the dude that ripped us off was.
He swore up and down he did not know where they were, and that she was going to be back later.
We took off and cruised over to Pratts house and Rikky went in to see if he was there. He stormed in and searched through the house, and in the closets, and left. We then went back to the Apartment and found Pratt's Mom there and went inside. We questioned her and she said that she was only giving him a ride and that she dropped him at her house. So we went back to pratt's, parked around the side, then Me, Rikky, and Ace Dogg mobbed up and knocked. We came in for a bit, looked around, and bullshitted for a few minnutes about the dude we were looking for. I guess he ripped one off one of the guys who were at Pratt's also.
Then we decided to go over to Sydney Ct. which was only a couple blocks away so we walked over there. When we got to Sydney we stormed up to the Dude's house and knocked on the door. His mother came out and we wasted no time in telling her that we are looking for him and we wan't to know where she was right away. She swore that she knew nothing and that she could'nt let us in his room to look. We finaly decided to walk away but waited just around the corner. Rikky snuck up and listened at the Garage door, sense that was the dude's bedroom, to see if he could hear anybody in there. He didn't so we took off. We cruised around a bit more, looking for this guy. We wen't and drove by a few people's houses that he might be hanging out at and did not find him. I am pretty fucking sure he is hiding. The little bitch knows what he did.
Finaly I had them drop me off back at my house and I got some shit done that I needed to do.
I trimmed some more of my weed, bagged up some buds, washed my clothes, and took a shower. After my shower I got dressed up and called up Rikky on his Cell phone and told him to come by because I wanted to look some more. He said that he was up in Redwood Valley and that he would be a little bit. I waited a little bit, smoked a joint, and called back. He then said that he was on his way but the Hoe wanted to go by Wall-Mart to try and sell that bunk dope for some money for me. I said ok, waited only a little bit longer, and took off. I went to Ford St. to see the old Hood and to visit some people. I went by and seen my Dad for a while, then took off from there. I stopped by Wendy's on the way back home to Waugh Ln. and said what's up to Short Dogg. I wanted to come in for a while to eat but they closed it down early. I told Shorty to let me in but he said he had to ask the manager. He did and the manager said "No", just joking around.
I figured she was joking, sense I get away with so much shit there, for instance Throwing a Jr. Bacon cheesburger at a costumer, Throwing a Jr. Bacon at the Wall near the Drive Thru, Telling a customer to shove his food in his ass, telling a manager to lick my balls if she had a problem with me going on a break (I was comming down and did'nt give a fuck), nearly attacking a customer for talking shit, Sliting my own wrist and chasing down a dude with a knife because he took my other knife, making out with a few chicks who also worked there, coming in later many times (usualy when fucked up things are happening), bringing Weed and a Pipe to work, Smelling like weed when I come back from my break, Bring a Gun, a shank, and a chain to work and getting arrested, along with other little things such as sleeping on the counter when I have been up for days and coming down off of dope, etc.. I could not possibly name all the shit I've gotten away with. But I do manager to do a very good job, get things done right, and be able to get them done early enough to help out up front. My boss even said one time that I am a very good worker, I just have allot of problems in my life right now. He said that was the only reason I am not a manager yet, that and because I am too fucked up in the head. HAHAHAHA. Yes, I am fucked in the head. My Noodle, is cocka-doodle, I got screws loose, the whole Kitten-Kaboodle, I'm just brutal, it's no rumor I'm numero Uno... anyway.. HAHA.. Yes, I am fucked in the head, but with all that I go through, nomatter how fucked up and how much damage it may do, that is still more to learn and grow from.
What don't kill you don't always make you stronger, but many times it will make you wiser.. Anyway, after saying bye to Shorty, closing and Pounding and Drive thru Window several times, and walking away ignoring the manager saying "I was just joking", I walked up Leslie street and went to the Hobbibs store on the Corner of Leslie and Gobbi. I seenRikky and his hoe there. His hoe was in the store buying Tequilla and he was outside pumping gass. I bought a few quarts of beer and walked outside to talk to Rikky. He had just gotten there and was in my area to pick me up and to take this other dude in the back home. He said he wanted to take a shower so I suggested I go home and drink some beers and call him back then we can go cruise. He said ok so I took off not even a Block away to my house. I drank a few beers that were in the Fridge first, then drank a couple of my courts and smoked some CHRONIC ass bud, then called up Rikky. He did not answer (Probably dealing with that stupid ass hoe) so I drank the rest of my beer. By that time I was pretty faded and did not feel like going anywhere. I layed on my blankets and passed out.
This morning Ace Dogg woke me up again by pounding on my Door and Window until I let him in.
The first thing he said to me was that his hook-up came by lastnight and that he re-upped. He handed me bag of some Bomb Crystal and I let him hit off my weed pipe while I went and smoked dope out of a broken pipe. We chilled for a bit then he took off back home. I took a shower, got dressed, smoked the rest of my dope, and called up one of my people to bring me some weed. He brought me some buds that I did not have to trim and then gave me a ride over to Laws Ave. where Ace Dogg lives.
I went and smoked a bowl of dank with Rob and his cousins and Girlfriend, then had one of his cousins roll a joint. Ace handing me a nice bag of Crystal and I handed him the weed I was going to trade.
We smoked a bit more, then he looked at my bag of weed that I did not give him, and asked to trade for that also. I said ok so he took out a couple FAT ASS Shards of Crystal and put them in my bag. He then decided he would pay me for Rikky's fuck-up lastnight and gave me even more, so Rikky now owes him.
NOW BLAMO!!!! I walked back home, loaded the Glass pipe, and I am sitting here now with a FAT BAG of Shit that blows Cloud 9 hits and lasts for a LONG time.
This shit is better then the last bomb shit. I got to go to work tonight, then I am off tommorow, which is good because I am going to be spun out like a mother fucker.
So things may be looking up for a few days, but who knows, life has been known to take sharp, unexpected turns, and pretty often.
Well, I am going to end this for now, maybe go get high and check some email and/or fuck around on the internet for a bit. I think I'll probably end up writing again soon.
Yesterday Ace Dogg Showed up because he knew I wanted to hook up with some more shit. I was in a tweeker sleep and he had to wake me up. I smoked a bowl of weed with him, then he told me that Rikky was in the car waiting. I gave him the money, then he went and gave it to Rikky and came back.
We smoked some more weed and chilled for a while untill the annoying Blond Hoe he was with called back and said they were on their way. She then told me "Bring a Bat" and Rikky in the background saying "Bring a Ghat". I hung up with them after they told me briefly what happened and got dressed up to go out as quick as I could. Rikky soon mobed up with the Hoe and me and Ace Dogg Jumped in. Apparantly from all that they said, this dude who lives on Sydney Ct. sold them MSN (shit you buy at an herb store that looks, smells, melts, and taste's like Crystal,- but smokes shitty and don't even get you high) mixed with a small bit of Crystal powder. The Hoe did remind me that Rikky never knew about MSN until recently so he was fooled. We decided to find this guy and fuck him badly. The Hoe was going to mace him and I and the others would probably beat the fuck out of him. I wanted to do something that made a lasting impression, after all that is how I always done things, so I figured I would break his legs or something like that. Something that he will have for a while, and have to live with, so he can think back on what caused it all and know not to fuck with me or my people.
We cruised around a few hours, first stopping at this Apartment near Observatory and questioning the dude who lived there about where this chick (Pratt's mom) that was with the dude that ripped us off was.
He swore up and down he did not know where they were, and that she was going to be back later.
We took off and cruised over to Pratts house and Rikky went in to see if he was there. He stormed in and searched through the house, and in the closets, and left. We then went back to the Apartment and found Pratt's Mom there and went inside. We questioned her and she said that she was only giving him a ride and that she dropped him at her house. So we went back to pratt's, parked around the side, then Me, Rikky, and Ace Dogg mobbed up and knocked. We came in for a bit, looked around, and bullshitted for a few minnutes about the dude we were looking for. I guess he ripped one off one of the guys who were at Pratt's also.
Then we decided to go over to Sydney Ct. which was only a couple blocks away so we walked over there. When we got to Sydney we stormed up to the Dude's house and knocked on the door. His mother came out and we wasted no time in telling her that we are looking for him and we wan't to know where she was right away. She swore that she knew nothing and that she could'nt let us in his room to look. We finaly decided to walk away but waited just around the corner. Rikky snuck up and listened at the Garage door, sense that was the dude's bedroom, to see if he could hear anybody in there. He didn't so we took off. We cruised around a bit more, looking for this guy. We wen't and drove by a few people's houses that he might be hanging out at and did not find him. I am pretty fucking sure he is hiding. The little bitch knows what he did.
Finaly I had them drop me off back at my house and I got some shit done that I needed to do.
I trimmed some more of my weed, bagged up some buds, washed my clothes, and took a shower. After my shower I got dressed up and called up Rikky on his Cell phone and told him to come by because I wanted to look some more. He said that he was up in Redwood Valley and that he would be a little bit. I waited a little bit, smoked a joint, and called back. He then said that he was on his way but the Hoe wanted to go by Wall-Mart to try and sell that bunk dope for some money for me. I said ok, waited only a little bit longer, and took off. I went to Ford St. to see the old Hood and to visit some people. I went by and seen my Dad for a while, then took off from there. I stopped by Wendy's on the way back home to Waugh Ln. and said what's up to Short Dogg. I wanted to come in for a while to eat but they closed it down early. I told Shorty to let me in but he said he had to ask the manager. He did and the manager said "No", just joking around.
I figured she was joking, sense I get away with so much shit there, for instance Throwing a Jr. Bacon cheesburger at a costumer, Throwing a Jr. Bacon at the Wall near the Drive Thru, Telling a customer to shove his food in his ass, telling a manager to lick my balls if she had a problem with me going on a break (I was comming down and did'nt give a fuck), nearly attacking a customer for talking shit, Sliting my own wrist and chasing down a dude with a knife because he took my other knife, making out with a few chicks who also worked there, coming in later many times (usualy when fucked up things are happening), bringing Weed and a Pipe to work, Smelling like weed when I come back from my break, Bring a Gun, a shank, and a chain to work and getting arrested, along with other little things such as sleeping on the counter when I have been up for days and coming down off of dope, etc.. I could not possibly name all the shit I've gotten away with. But I do manager to do a very good job, get things done right, and be able to get them done early enough to help out up front. My boss even said one time that I am a very good worker, I just have allot of problems in my life right now. He said that was the only reason I am not a manager yet, that and because I am too fucked up in the head. HAHAHAHA. Yes, I am fucked in the head. My Noodle, is cocka-doodle, I got screws loose, the whole Kitten-Kaboodle, I'm just brutal, it's no rumor I'm numero Uno... anyway.. HAHA.. Yes, I am fucked in the head, but with all that I go through, nomatter how fucked up and how much damage it may do, that is still more to learn and grow from.
What don't kill you don't always make you stronger, but many times it will make you wiser.. Anyway, after saying bye to Shorty, closing and Pounding and Drive thru Window several times, and walking away ignoring the manager saying "I was just joking", I walked up Leslie street and went to the Hobbibs store on the Corner of Leslie and Gobbi. I seenRikky and his hoe there. His hoe was in the store buying Tequilla and he was outside pumping gass. I bought a few quarts of beer and walked outside to talk to Rikky. He had just gotten there and was in my area to pick me up and to take this other dude in the back home. He said he wanted to take a shower so I suggested I go home and drink some beers and call him back then we can go cruise. He said ok so I took off not even a Block away to my house. I drank a few beers that were in the Fridge first, then drank a couple of my courts and smoked some CHRONIC ass bud, then called up Rikky. He did not answer (Probably dealing with that stupid ass hoe) so I drank the rest of my beer. By that time I was pretty faded and did not feel like going anywhere. I layed on my blankets and passed out.
This morning Ace Dogg woke me up again by pounding on my Door and Window until I let him in.
The first thing he said to me was that his hook-up came by lastnight and that he re-upped. He handed me bag of some Bomb Crystal and I let him hit off my weed pipe while I went and smoked dope out of a broken pipe. We chilled for a bit then he took off back home. I took a shower, got dressed, smoked the rest of my dope, and called up one of my people to bring me some weed. He brought me some buds that I did not have to trim and then gave me a ride over to Laws Ave. where Ace Dogg lives.
I went and smoked a bowl of dank with Rob and his cousins and Girlfriend, then had one of his cousins roll a joint. Ace handing me a nice bag of Crystal and I handed him the weed I was going to trade.
We smoked a bit more, then he looked at my bag of weed that I did not give him, and asked to trade for that also. I said ok so he took out a couple FAT ASS Shards of Crystal and put them in my bag. He then decided he would pay me for Rikky's fuck-up lastnight and gave me even more, so Rikky now owes him.
NOW BLAMO!!!! I walked back home, loaded the Glass pipe, and I am sitting here now with a FAT BAG of Shit that blows Cloud 9 hits and lasts for a LONG time.
This shit is better then the last bomb shit. I got to go to work tonight, then I am off tommorow, which is good because I am going to be spun out like a mother fucker.
So things may be looking up for a few days, but who knows, life has been known to take sharp, unexpected turns, and pretty often.
Well, I am going to end this for now, maybe go get high and check some email and/or fuck around on the internet for a bit. I think I'll probably end up writing again soon.
