

I was a big time coke head. The kind that when I call dude answers. And I knew the same dude for like 15 years as he climbed up. I wouldn’t say I was the bullk of his business but I will say I was on of those clients you don’t want going to the compition.
I say to explain these next situation.
Dude would occasionally be like “I’m out but I’ll tell MY guy you’re coming over he’ll help you out.”
Domingo over in this is a major trap house. Very well trained pit bulls all around. Guns left haphazardly around. Big guns. And a girl on a stripper pole every time who wasn’t chained but clearly didn’t want to be there. Ever seen the last part of requiem for a dream? The girl had those dead eyes.
I didn’t like going over there. I’m sure my dude has done some shit to rise. That’s fine.
I guess there’s a level to “this guy does bad things” that I’m okay with. Past that line… honestly if it wasn’t for the girl on a poll I think I would’ve been cool with him.











When you do coke things are like Harry Potter. “I’ve never been down this street before… has this always been here”
And the big dude just smiles and taps on like three bricks and a run down trailer with way too many cars at it appears. Loaded with drugs.
The next week you back and the whole street is just gone.