Gothen
06-13-2006, 01:43 AM
So I've been getting calls from this girl all day and I've been too busy to answer because I know she'll want to talk talk talk and I don't have a WRAP-IT-UP Box, ya know? So, anyway, I hadn't smoked all day and 9 pm rolls around and I decide nows a good time as I've got all my necessities done, cleaning the house, dishes, laundry, trash, done with all my pre-GED testing (which took 4 hours itself requiring me to wake up at 8) etc. So, I was ready to sit back and relax to some GTA: SA, right?
Well, I pack a half of a bowl knowing that I won't even have to smoke but half of this bowl to get me high for the next 2 hours, and I spark it up. I get 3-4 good hits, I can't remember, and I feel incredibly good. Loose and relaxed, jamming to some Jack Johnson, driving around shootin Balla's and Vaggo's when, alas! my phone starts vibrating next to my hand! The feeling of it made me shiver for a second, it was tickling! So, I answer and what I hear from this girl is a story about how one of our friends who was sent to rehab for popping 3 xanax right in front of a teacher and telling her that she popped them, had just gotten out.
That isn't the good part. The good part is is that part of her rehabilitation was to narc on every person she had ever done anything or heard anything drug related. She tells on all my friends, ALL my friends and she mentioned my name, as well. How one of our friends had sold me some Methadone and how I gave her some Valium to sell to the girl getting out of rehab. Right there and then I said, "What the fuck did she say?"
NONE OF THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED! ONE time the girl who called me had given two Methodone to me, but that was it, and we didn't even know how the girl who was getting out of rehad had even found out about that. I've never had Valium before, I admit I'd always wanted to try it, but I never have even touched Valium. I am effing pissed, and I hear tell from my friend that the organization, Open Arms, have been trying to contact me all day and that they're going to be doing further investigation. I'm fuckin PISSED, and I'm not so much freaking as much as I am just sorta paranoid that someone might show up at my front door asking me questions and shit with Brenda, my guardian, asleep right on the sofa.
What the hell? I mean...what in the HELL motivates people to narc! They really fucking believe that narc-ing on everyone you know is going to get you liked and/or help you at ALL in the eye of the rope-holders? IT WON'T! I was put up in a situation with 3 cops bombarding me with questions of names and people who I know smoke or deal and I flat out fuckin told them, "I swear to God, I have no idea anyone who does it besides myself!" And this was with a damn pipe and some weed in my pocket.
I'm all for forgiveness but there is a LINE to that forgiveness and when you narc on someone, or especially EVERYONE, you DEFINITELY cross that fucking line in my book!
Sorry, this is a rant to all the narcs! I'm not one for violence, but if I could, I'd fucking bury all of you alive.
Well, I pack a half of a bowl knowing that I won't even have to smoke but half of this bowl to get me high for the next 2 hours, and I spark it up. I get 3-4 good hits, I can't remember, and I feel incredibly good. Loose and relaxed, jamming to some Jack Johnson, driving around shootin Balla's and Vaggo's when, alas! my phone starts vibrating next to my hand! The feeling of it made me shiver for a second, it was tickling! So, I answer and what I hear from this girl is a story about how one of our friends who was sent to rehab for popping 3 xanax right in front of a teacher and telling her that she popped them, had just gotten out.
That isn't the good part. The good part is is that part of her rehabilitation was to narc on every person she had ever done anything or heard anything drug related. She tells on all my friends, ALL my friends and she mentioned my name, as well. How one of our friends had sold me some Methadone and how I gave her some Valium to sell to the girl getting out of rehab. Right there and then I said, "What the fuck did she say?"
NONE OF THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED! ONE time the girl who called me had given two Methodone to me, but that was it, and we didn't even know how the girl who was getting out of rehad had even found out about that. I've never had Valium before, I admit I'd always wanted to try it, but I never have even touched Valium. I am effing pissed, and I hear tell from my friend that the organization, Open Arms, have been trying to contact me all day and that they're going to be doing further investigation. I'm fuckin PISSED, and I'm not so much freaking as much as I am just sorta paranoid that someone might show up at my front door asking me questions and shit with Brenda, my guardian, asleep right on the sofa.
What the hell? I mean...what in the HELL motivates people to narc! They really fucking believe that narc-ing on everyone you know is going to get you liked and/or help you at ALL in the eye of the rope-holders? IT WON'T! I was put up in a situation with 3 cops bombarding me with questions of names and people who I know smoke or deal and I flat out fuckin told them, "I swear to God, I have no idea anyone who does it besides myself!" And this was with a damn pipe and some weed in my pocket.
I'm all for forgiveness but there is a LINE to that forgiveness and when you narc on someone, or especially EVERYONE, you DEFINITELY cross that fucking line in my book!
Sorry, this is a rant to all the narcs! I'm not one for violence, but if I could, I'd fucking bury all of you alive.