We all.know how we get connected. So many ways Through.a buddy. Coworker. Family.
I just started vending and im wondering the craziest thing that has been offered on barter/trade. Proposition/proposal, Or even upgrade n got a solid street hook for life.
Im really hoping i come across a coke lord that would help me monopolize my area. I didit get a xmas last year or Bday
Igotta be rackin up karma by now sheesh
I was bringing a bunch of coke to a guy. When I say a bunch I mean I had to put the seats down in my hatchback to fit it all in. So I show up at the location and the guy says he doesn't have the money. I'm a pretty forgiving guy, but this is just not ok. I'm driving around with a car with a back end sagging like it's being driven by a horny Baghdad virgin, and this fucker doesn't have any money.
As I'm getting my gone out of my belt, this guys like "whoa whoa man. It don't have to be like that. I can hook you up." So he takes me behind his little house, and he's got this baby giraffe. Like a real live baby giraffe. I don't know how much a baby giraffe costs, but I'm pretty sure it's less than a hatchback full of coke does. But with its big ol eyes starring at me, I just couldn't leave it there chained to the handrails of an empty pool.
So I take the deal, walk the giraffe back to my place and go back to get my car later. Overtime I got real attached to it, you know. But it just got bigger and bigger. I had start pushing more and more coke just to buy all the fancy hay I was feeding it. I wasn't going to settle for crappy hay when it came to feeding Fishscale.
But one day I went to visit him where I had him chained up in the woods while I was tripping on acid. Have you ever been with a pet giraffe while on acid? I doubt you have, but it's pretty awesome. But this time it was different. I was just there to play with him a bit and stare at the patterns all over him, but I couldn't get over the feeling of sadness and guilt I felt looking in his eyes. It was that same look I saw all those months earlier. I realized that I loved him, but it was time to be an adult and do what was best for him, and let him go.
So I shipped him back to Africa. I spent the whole night before bawling my eyes out hugging on to his leg, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Only problem is it costs a lot of money to ship a giraffe to Africa. Like, holy fuck. And that's why I sell fent as heroin on the darknet. To pay off all that credit card debt. Because sometimes, when you're an adult, you have to do the right thing, even if you don't want to.