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A GANGSTA ASSED STORY FROM MY LIFE
...I used to sell & smoke a little weed when I was a lil younger....well I really smoked a lot of weed when I was younger... I knew this guy, "Crusty", through a few other people. He also sold herb. I had moved into this house & the previos occupant, whom was kicked out, left a bunch of stuff. Of which was an old revolver. I didnt want it around so I had Crusty hold it at his place...in case they came back for their left items...They never did after repeated calls. Crusty gave me a 1/2 oz in case he needed to pistol whip someone or something before I got it back. I thought he was joking & didn't give it a thought really.
So, skipping ahead... I end up re-ing up w/ Crusty a couple times. I asked for my pistol & he said he had taken it to a pawn shop to get it fixed... I was a lil pissed & he said next time that it was gonna be $120 to fix! I never asked him to fix it! I just accepted that as I'd have a working handgun soon.
Skipping ahead again... I had a new scale to weigh my bud on. A nice camo colored pocket digi. I accidentally left the cap at his place after smoking out of his gas mask, but I did know he kept that fucking gun on a shef across the room...
A couple days later I went back for a scale cover...and pistol. He gives the cover, but says no to the pistol. He claimed he traded me that weed for it!?
Now this guy Crusty was like pretty white trash. He breed snakes & pitbulls in his 2 bedroom house. Carried his new Colt .45 in a shoulderstrap at all times. Had a live in girlfriend...also white trashy, but I didn't know her really... And had just acquired a 2nd girlfriend...Dunno if she lived there too or what...
So, its me, him, girlfriend #2, and Zeus(a monstrous blue pit whom allegedly would lap up Crusty's spilled semen after sex...). I go to the shelf & try to find the gun. He runs up behind me....And Now It's A Party! LoL... Dunno why, but I was carrying my knife that day. It was a "flip out" blade that I bought at a gas station way back. I had loosened the screw so that it could be opened 1 handed just in case. But, I didn't actually bring it for any reason at all!
We got into a quick little struggle & break away. He noticed my knife, which I forgot I had clipped on, and goes for it! He missed and now I remember I have it, so I grab it and flip it out 1 handed fast as hell! He got startled for a sec. LoL...then whips out a muthafucking switchblade! Now we're having a "Mexican Standoff"! I don't think either of us wanted get stabbed though, but we go at it. I grab his knife holding wrist, he grabs mine & we continue to struggle.
His girlfriend is sitting on the couch 13ft away, not making a peep. And I dunno wtf happened to Zeus...
Ok, so he pushes me off against the book shelf... My back has been to it this entire time... There was a table next to us w/ a $500 bong on it. Of course I push it over. Muahahahaa! AND THAT TRASH ASS NEW CUNT SWEEPS IN LIKE GOD DAMN SUPERGIRL & SAVES THE FUCKING BONG!!!!!
He then pulls his .45 from the strap and tells me to "Get the fuck out!" Me not wanting to get shot abide & head for the door. He jacks me up from behind trying to force me out even though I was leaving. We struggle a little bit more before I out the door & he shoves me down the stairs, but I didn't stumble & ran back up at him....but I stopped mid way when he drew down on me again...
To make this whole thing more awkward, I rode a bike there & had to unchain it from his stair way...
Even more awkward, people are picking their kids up from the day care next door...
I just happened to run into our mutual friend on the way home. And Crusty calls him to tell the story AS I'M TELLING THE STORY... We argue on the phone a few seconds & I hang up. I put the Black & Mild I was smoking out on the banister of his friend's home & we go inside for a few. After I left I get a call saying I set his friend's porch on fire!?! ...musta been a cigar ember...
TRUE STORY
Heading back to tha C-Port tomorrow
Roam Bad Daddy of Pure Pain Records speaks on some real shit in the music business...representing real niggas, C-Port Savannah, GA, and showing the definition of loyalty.