ALMOST got jacked a half oz
I haven't had this much adrenalin pumping through me in a while.
Tonight I was chilling with my buddy, who happens to be a dealer. We we’re going to meet at a grocery store to sell a half oz to this kid I’ve known, and considered my friend, since about 7th grade. My buddy had sold about 20 bags to this kid. We had no reason not to trust him.
We pull into the parking lot of our meeting place, and get out. We pop the hood of my friend’s car and check the oil, because it’s had a leak since he bought it. As we’re doing that the kid walks up. He definitely looks surprised to see me there, I’m pretty sure he had no idea me and my friend even knew each other. I had been holding on to the satchel, and my buddy tells me to give it to him (I know, big mistake as far as drug deals go, but I trusted this kid). He takes the bag, stands there for a second or so and then hauls *** in the opposite. I honestly don’t know what this kid was thinking, he’s a fat lard filled ****. His nickname was ‘the fridge’ at one point for ****s sake, and not because people associated food with a fat person, but because he literally was shaped like a fridge for a while. We both stood there stunned for a few moments, and then we were on that ****er like some shit that wants to murder some other shit.
Anyways, we chase this kid down for about a good 30 seconds and he is a lot faster then I ever thought he could be. My shoes were as loose as my ex , so it slowed me down a bit. I miss that ***** >_> . While we were chasing him down I yelled
“What the **** dude! Just stop now and give us the bag, I can’t believe you’re doing this shit! You know we’re gonna catch you, you piece of shit.”
All I hear back is “I didn’t know you were going to be he here!!!”
We eventually catch up to him and both threw his *** into a parked car. Out of ****ing nowhere this kid hops out of the darkness and starts trying to fight my buddy. My friend isn’t the biggest kid, so I hit this ****ing kid right in the face, pretty damn hard. I don’t know if it was my punch that threw me off balance, or maybe he hit me on his way down as he flailed from my falcon punch to the face, but I went down as well and landed on my hand, which hurts still. The kid tries kicking me, and I swipe his legs away from me, jump on top of him and cock my fist back for another punch and the ***** cowers away from me and tells me to stop.
Then another ****ing kid comes out of what is apparently their get away car, and he just stands there not know what the **** to do.
I didn’t see what went on between my buddy and the kid trying to jack him, but he according to him he had the kid in a head lock, which I find hard to believe. He got his half oz back none the less. I think he was more afraid of me coming after him next.
The kid who tried jacking my friend apologized and gives me a man hug. It was an awkward moment. I don’t’ really know how you move on from that shit. All I could say was don’t try jacking my friends.
I then apologized to the kid I hit in the face. I hit him really ****ing hard.
and then my friends hood flew open on a highway. then we got high in celebration of the half oz he didn't just get jacked. :stare:
