nikweiser
01-16-2007, 03:10 PM
The story is long.. and crazy.. this all happened and im not exagerating (sp) any of it just incase some people out there will probably think so.
Ok so this all happened last summer in my apartment.. usual day going down you know sittin around, smokin and drinking... my roomy comes into my apartment and is like "DUDE let me barrow your car for 2 days." i responded with ".... the fuck for?" he continued to tell me that our friend was doing another cali run (which he goes down to humboldt county and picks up a few pounds.. around 5 usualy, sometimes they step it up and get 10)
i told him ya fuck you ill drive you aint using my shit..
we leave the next night and start our journey.. we stopped by this guys house first and i didnt know what the stop was for.. we go into his house and the first thing that happens is the guy throws travis (the guy who does the runs) a wad of hundys that was around 5 grand because he only was getting a few pounds. then we went to another house where a little party was goin on and we met some bitches and drank with them for a little bit, and blazed a few blunts aswell while watching this emo girl get sick from drinking haha...
so we have the money and our fix of smoking for the night and we head down to cali.. after 10 hours of driving and switching off driving we are about an hour away.. this is where the shit hits the fan. travis is driving my car and he hits a corner to hard going 70 something.. we start spinning out in the middle of the highway and crash into the median.. fucking my BMW to the max. first thing we do is get the beer out of the back just incase the cops come before we get shit out of the back..
travis told me he had 2 gs at home waiting for me because he crashed my car.. so i wasnt stressing that much because it was my BMW we bought for 200, and 700 into it.. so i was making a grand off it.
a couple cars stop and a truck stops and helps us get the car out of the middle of the road.. we made a call to the cali police reporting an accident.. but before the cops got there we hitchhiked out of there.. the guy that picked us up just wanted to help and get us into town because we told him we were going to our friends families house for a funeral (i think thats what it was, i was really in a shocked mood at the time, my bmw was totaled)
after the hour hitchhike into town we have the guy drop us off at a house down the road from the grower in eureka.. oh yeah i forgot to mention travis has a broken rib too..
so when we roll up to the house, the guy looks a little weird, as we rolled up with no car.
we talk outside for a bit, and he brings us to the side of his house where his little like extra house was and we go inside and me, travis and kyle (my room mate) sit down and smoke a bowl.. travis and the dealer go into the other room and start talkin business.. the dealer is kinda pissed because he crashed my car on the way here and he wanted to get a few pounds.. he only gave us a halfpound and travis wasnt that happy, he needed to make his money and needed ATLEAST a pound.. the dealer was saying shit like "why dont you find a new guy?" and as he is saying that im looking at shottys and guns all over his wall and shit..
im still freakin out because my car is gone and im just thinking here.. WERE STUCK IN FUCKING EUREKA CALI...
so anyways, travis asks the guy if he can barrow a shirt because his is fucked up and tied around his ribs.. (you gotta picture travis haggard as fuck, because he was... he also had sweat pants on, idk why)
so the dealer gives him a shirt he milked his cows with (i think he did it on purpose because he was pissed) and travis had that shit on...
the halfpound we put in a pink paper bag (inside the regular bag too) with a flower coming out of it, so if anyone asked we said it was a mothers day present...
the dealer gives a ride to this corner store down the street by the freeway.. we chill there for a little, roll a few blunts and make a few phone calls to people seeing if they will make the drive to get us.. we offered to pay 150 bucks and fill there tank for the trouble of doing it... finally we started hitchhiking and instantly after putting our thumbs out 2 girls stopped and were like do you guys need a ride??? we asked if it was ok that we finished out blunt in the car and they were like as long as we can have a hit, and we told them we have more then a hit so it was chill haha =]
they ended up driving us all the way to the boarder of oregon... a 7 hour trip.. we gave them 120 bucks and filled there tank. we made a few stops on the way to get beer at an EMU farm which i tried feeding the emus beer lol.. and a stop to get a 5th of crown royal..
the girls let us out by this river and they were chillin with us for a little bit.. they gave us this shitty little fishing pole and tackle box and they were like heres some entertainment... and finally left.. so we just sat there and drank and smoked at this little river.. i was on the phone with my mom telling her what happened and kyle runs up and is like "dude, travis stepped on a glass jar and is bleeding bad we need to get him up to the top to the road"
i hang up and we go help travis.. which by the way is drunk as fuck and i go down and see his foot in a funyun bag and tied around with his shirt. i was like fuck thats gross and we help him up to the top of the road, and mind you, he cut the only artery in his foot.. so we get to the top of the road and we wave a van down and this guy gets out and he is with his family... 3 little kids and his wife.. we tell him whats up and ask to drive us to the hospital.. travis was in so much pain he was like AHHH and chugged the rest of the 5th and threw it on the ground and smashed the bottle right before he got in the van... and they put him in the very back of the van and he is trying to be nice and talk to the kids and not scare them lol ( he was SO HAGGARD he looked scary lol... the guy driving also had a bud leaf tattooed to his body.. it was pretty faded tho) and by now i have the half pound in that tackle box those girls gave us.
so we get to the hospital and we tell the people at the front desk he cut his foot and its bleeding hella (ya, hella) bad (the funyun bag was replaced with a brown paper bag.. which filled up with blood) so they ask him some insurance questions and he fakes it and says he has insurance and they finally go and stitch him up.. the workers at the hospital didnt like us, you could tell how they looked at us and shit.. 3 haggard asses coming in and travis drunk as fuck cussing and knocking shit over because his foot.. and there were 2 cops there and i had a fucking half pound on me of sticky icky and it smelled really bad. so i was in the lobby waiting the whole time... finally they are done operating on travis and he comes out in his wheel chair and we bring him outside so we can have a smoke.. he is pretty much passed out from the crown royal and operation and he is drooling on himself.. then relize his foot is dripping with blood and we wheel him back in and we are like you guys cant operate for shit.. and kyle told me he saw his surgeon and he was cross eyed.. we said we wanted a diff surgeon not some cross eyed fuck (at this point, they were hella pissed and said they want to keep him over night, and wouldnt let him go unless he said he wants to go.. and he was passed out drooling on himself haha) finally after his second surgery, he was awake enough to say he wanted to go.. and we called a cab and set all the shit up so we could go.. it was a 300 dollar cab trip to portland from grants pass oregon...
before we left, both the cops were talking to me about travis, while i was holding that tacklebox with a halfpound in it. im suprised they didnt smell it.. really..
they pointed at my waste where i was holding the box and said "we have a policy that..." i thought he was going to tell me they cant have closed containers or something like that.. but tells me i cant sag my pants.. lol i was like "oh shit sir im sorry, i didnt know" and was so happy that a cop told me to pull my pants up instead of asking me whats in the tacklebox.. it was kinda random.. i didnt even have the pole they gave us.. i was just carrying a tackle box and none of us were even dressed for fishing or anything we looked like straight bums..
this all happened within 24 hours because we were back partying the next night with my homies..
as far as travis giving me the 2 grand he owes me.. he came over the next day while i was on mushrooms and he sets a 32 on the table and told me he just got robbed... and needed to stay at my house to chill for a little bit because he was looking to shoot the people who robbed him..
he came to my house a few days later really late and was all sketched out because he did a drive by on their house.. this guy was bad news written all over him so i havent really talked to him since... he dipped on me pretty much
so pretty much, i lost my car and had to go through all that bullshit for nothing..
i got some weed out of it.. but fuck i havent even got my 2 grand back that he owes me and im still looking for him
Ok so this all happened last summer in my apartment.. usual day going down you know sittin around, smokin and drinking... my roomy comes into my apartment and is like "DUDE let me barrow your car for 2 days." i responded with ".... the fuck for?" he continued to tell me that our friend was doing another cali run (which he goes down to humboldt county and picks up a few pounds.. around 5 usualy, sometimes they step it up and get 10)
i told him ya fuck you ill drive you aint using my shit..
we leave the next night and start our journey.. we stopped by this guys house first and i didnt know what the stop was for.. we go into his house and the first thing that happens is the guy throws travis (the guy who does the runs) a wad of hundys that was around 5 grand because he only was getting a few pounds. then we went to another house where a little party was goin on and we met some bitches and drank with them for a little bit, and blazed a few blunts aswell while watching this emo girl get sick from drinking haha...
so we have the money and our fix of smoking for the night and we head down to cali.. after 10 hours of driving and switching off driving we are about an hour away.. this is where the shit hits the fan. travis is driving my car and he hits a corner to hard going 70 something.. we start spinning out in the middle of the highway and crash into the median.. fucking my BMW to the max. first thing we do is get the beer out of the back just incase the cops come before we get shit out of the back..
travis told me he had 2 gs at home waiting for me because he crashed my car.. so i wasnt stressing that much because it was my BMW we bought for 200, and 700 into it.. so i was making a grand off it.
a couple cars stop and a truck stops and helps us get the car out of the middle of the road.. we made a call to the cali police reporting an accident.. but before the cops got there we hitchhiked out of there.. the guy that picked us up just wanted to help and get us into town because we told him we were going to our friends families house for a funeral (i think thats what it was, i was really in a shocked mood at the time, my bmw was totaled)
after the hour hitchhike into town we have the guy drop us off at a house down the road from the grower in eureka.. oh yeah i forgot to mention travis has a broken rib too..
so when we roll up to the house, the guy looks a little weird, as we rolled up with no car.
we talk outside for a bit, and he brings us to the side of his house where his little like extra house was and we go inside and me, travis and kyle (my room mate) sit down and smoke a bowl.. travis and the dealer go into the other room and start talkin business.. the dealer is kinda pissed because he crashed my car on the way here and he wanted to get a few pounds.. he only gave us a halfpound and travis wasnt that happy, he needed to make his money and needed ATLEAST a pound.. the dealer was saying shit like "why dont you find a new guy?" and as he is saying that im looking at shottys and guns all over his wall and shit..
im still freakin out because my car is gone and im just thinking here.. WERE STUCK IN FUCKING EUREKA CALI...
so anyways, travis asks the guy if he can barrow a shirt because his is fucked up and tied around his ribs.. (you gotta picture travis haggard as fuck, because he was... he also had sweat pants on, idk why)
so the dealer gives him a shirt he milked his cows with (i think he did it on purpose because he was pissed) and travis had that shit on...
the halfpound we put in a pink paper bag (inside the regular bag too) with a flower coming out of it, so if anyone asked we said it was a mothers day present...
the dealer gives a ride to this corner store down the street by the freeway.. we chill there for a little, roll a few blunts and make a few phone calls to people seeing if they will make the drive to get us.. we offered to pay 150 bucks and fill there tank for the trouble of doing it... finally we started hitchhiking and instantly after putting our thumbs out 2 girls stopped and were like do you guys need a ride??? we asked if it was ok that we finished out blunt in the car and they were like as long as we can have a hit, and we told them we have more then a hit so it was chill haha =]
they ended up driving us all the way to the boarder of oregon... a 7 hour trip.. we gave them 120 bucks and filled there tank. we made a few stops on the way to get beer at an EMU farm which i tried feeding the emus beer lol.. and a stop to get a 5th of crown royal..
the girls let us out by this river and they were chillin with us for a little bit.. they gave us this shitty little fishing pole and tackle box and they were like heres some entertainment... and finally left.. so we just sat there and drank and smoked at this little river.. i was on the phone with my mom telling her what happened and kyle runs up and is like "dude, travis stepped on a glass jar and is bleeding bad we need to get him up to the top to the road"
i hang up and we go help travis.. which by the way is drunk as fuck and i go down and see his foot in a funyun bag and tied around with his shirt. i was like fuck thats gross and we help him up to the top of the road, and mind you, he cut the only artery in his foot.. so we get to the top of the road and we wave a van down and this guy gets out and he is with his family... 3 little kids and his wife.. we tell him whats up and ask to drive us to the hospital.. travis was in so much pain he was like AHHH and chugged the rest of the 5th and threw it on the ground and smashed the bottle right before he got in the van... and they put him in the very back of the van and he is trying to be nice and talk to the kids and not scare them lol ( he was SO HAGGARD he looked scary lol... the guy driving also had a bud leaf tattooed to his body.. it was pretty faded tho) and by now i have the half pound in that tackle box those girls gave us.
so we get to the hospital and we tell the people at the front desk he cut his foot and its bleeding hella (ya, hella) bad (the funyun bag was replaced with a brown paper bag.. which filled up with blood) so they ask him some insurance questions and he fakes it and says he has insurance and they finally go and stitch him up.. the workers at the hospital didnt like us, you could tell how they looked at us and shit.. 3 haggard asses coming in and travis drunk as fuck cussing and knocking shit over because his foot.. and there were 2 cops there and i had a fucking half pound on me of sticky icky and it smelled really bad. so i was in the lobby waiting the whole time... finally they are done operating on travis and he comes out in his wheel chair and we bring him outside so we can have a smoke.. he is pretty much passed out from the crown royal and operation and he is drooling on himself.. then relize his foot is dripping with blood and we wheel him back in and we are like you guys cant operate for shit.. and kyle told me he saw his surgeon and he was cross eyed.. we said we wanted a diff surgeon not some cross eyed fuck (at this point, they were hella pissed and said they want to keep him over night, and wouldnt let him go unless he said he wants to go.. and he was passed out drooling on himself haha) finally after his second surgery, he was awake enough to say he wanted to go.. and we called a cab and set all the shit up so we could go.. it was a 300 dollar cab trip to portland from grants pass oregon...
before we left, both the cops were talking to me about travis, while i was holding that tacklebox with a halfpound in it. im suprised they didnt smell it.. really..
they pointed at my waste where i was holding the box and said "we have a policy that..." i thought he was going to tell me they cant have closed containers or something like that.. but tells me i cant sag my pants.. lol i was like "oh shit sir im sorry, i didnt know" and was so happy that a cop told me to pull my pants up instead of asking me whats in the tacklebox.. it was kinda random.. i didnt even have the pole they gave us.. i was just carrying a tackle box and none of us were even dressed for fishing or anything we looked like straight bums..
this all happened within 24 hours because we were back partying the next night with my homies..
as far as travis giving me the 2 grand he owes me.. he came over the next day while i was on mushrooms and he sets a 32 on the table and told me he just got robbed... and needed to stay at my house to chill for a little bit because he was looking to shoot the people who robbed him..
he came to my house a few days later really late and was all sketched out because he did a drive by on their house.. this guy was bad news written all over him so i havent really talked to him since... he dipped on me pretty much
so pretty much, i lost my car and had to go through all that bullshit for nothing..
i got some weed out of it.. but fuck i havent even got my 2 grand back that he owes me and im still looking for him