Im sorry i dont update my journal much, nothing happens in my life often. Yesterday at about ten a clock i got a call from someone i wasn't sure if i knew or not, he needed something from me in exchange for money and when i brought him what he wanted he pulled out and cocked a handgun instead of the cash i was suposed to recieve in return. i ducked and backed about 10-15feet back into foliage and he was still sitting in his car pointing the gun at me. I said, "is that a real Gun?".
He yells back at me, "Yea itts fucking real, you better keep running bitch!"
so i ducked into the trees and tried my best to make sure he couldn't see exactly what house i was running back to. i came back to my hosuse full of friends and they could hardly believe me, and i coudl hardly believe it too. the brevity of the situation didn't really set in til i realized i was out fo about 150$ of wholesale product 250$ (optimal) retail. not that i care about money a great deal but this money happened to be borrowed from a close friend, and i owe more money to another close friend as it is, (i've had to recover from another robbery before this to make back that money in the first place).
My best friend told me i needed a ciggarette after what happened, i was shaking alot and didn't really think ineeded a ciggarette cuz i dont usualyl smoke unless i[m coming down off of hallucenagens, but i took it anyway instictively. my hands were so shaky i dropped the ciggarette on the ground i picked it back up swiftly laughed and enjoyed the ciggarette throuroughly
what a damn good ciggarette
i was thinkking, then it started tasting like shit and i quite smoking tobacco again.
after it was over i realized i should have conftonted him rationally and at least given him something to think about after stealing from me.
i should have said," I dont sell coke, what the fuck do you think this is? IP you fire that gun in this small ass town a cop thats rcreepin around here will be here in 45 seconds and we will both goto. and besides that, would you really fucking shoot me for 150$, that's just sad, put down the gun, just take it you disgusting waste of flesh
He yells back at me, "Yea itts fucking real, you better keep running bitch!"
so i ducked into the trees and tried my best to make sure he couldn't see exactly what house i was running back to. i came back to my hosuse full of friends and they could hardly believe me, and i coudl hardly believe it too. the brevity of the situation didn't really set in til i realized i was out fo about 150$ of wholesale product 250$ (optimal) retail. not that i care about money a great deal but this money happened to be borrowed from a close friend, and i owe more money to another close friend as it is, (i've had to recover from another robbery before this to make back that money in the first place).
My best friend told me i needed a ciggarette after what happened, i was shaking alot and didn't really think ineeded a ciggarette cuz i dont usualyl smoke unless i[m coming down off of hallucenagens, but i took it anyway instictively. my hands were so shaky i dropped the ciggarette on the ground i picked it back up swiftly laughed and enjoyed the ciggarette throuroughly
what a damn good ciggarette
i was thinkking, then it started tasting like shit and i quite smoking tobacco again.
after it was over i realized i should have conftonted him rationally and at least given him something to think about after stealing from me.
i should have said," I dont sell coke, what the fuck do you think this is? IP you fire that gun in this small ass town a cop thats rcreepin around here will be here in 45 seconds and we will both goto. and besides that, would you really fucking shoot me for 150$, that's just sad, put down the gun, just take it you disgusting waste of flesh
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