things aint always how they seem

[friendowl]

on my street there lives a man named javier. he was a police officer for l.a.p.d
he got shot one night and was put on disability for life. i guess thier policy is
that when an officer gets shot and lives they feel he might be quick to shoot
so he gets a check every month to stay home and do nothing.
after some time unemployed javier developed a sweet tooth for crack cocaine. he was buying about 1000 a week and he hadnt been smoking long.

some time went by and the money was just rolling in. javier was now skinny and pale and broke and he smelled bad. he lived at home with his momma and his brother and his sister. his brother is a pedophile and his sister was raped in the park by two drunk homeless guys. this family was lost

one bright sunny smog filled day here in la and opportunity came knocking.
an offer was presented to javier to drive across th eborder with about
100 keys of powder.[probobly more and more than just powder]
but they offered to pay 100 grand cash money . to a basehead thats all he needed to hear .

the peopel in charge actually took out a part of the skunk [ i think it was the intestine or some shit] and about 3-4 cars in front they began
to run over the body part and smell up everything. whatever they did worked
cuz the crackhead came to the block with all that money . when i first seen it
i was tempted to dispatch javi and take his dough but i figured he earnd it

thsi man was buying hookers and rock every night and he even bought
a jaguar cash with some rims and a system. he was rolling in dough for
a good three weeks. i had shop open on my block so i was getting most
of the money back. one night i got rid of like 1500 in a matter of 8 hours

one day the fun stopped. javi was all scared in front of his house and he was
telling me that they are watching him. who the fuck is "they" i dismissed it as a dillusion.he was a crackhead after all. that night we were all in front of his house just hanging out. after everyone left it was just me and a couple guye left. javi kept insisting that we are being watched. to shut him up we played along. we hid on his porch about 345am and he walked to the trash can , looked around and pretended to put a brown paper bag in the bin and then left . not even five minutes later [we were still hiding]
a van rolls up to the trash cans and out jumps a guy wearing all black
he goes trhu the trash and takes the bag javi just put down . i was a believer
javi wasnt tripping we were being watched. but by who and for what

my homie alex and karen took off cuz they were freaked out. i was too so i left.on my way home there was thsi feamle officer in full uniform just sitting
on my neighbors porch. she didnt say shit .if i wouldnt have paid attention
i wouldnt have seen her. i asked her what she was doing and she did not respond .just spoke into radio real quietly . i didnt go home . i kept walking
i felt all prickly on my neck , this was really weird.

alex and karen also noticed that someone was following them. they started running and even ran thru the alley , ran thru some apartments and went into
th echurch around 5am. there was no one in the church but them.
then they heard the doors open and two guys wearing suits were there. the guys in suits didnt say shit but just stood watching. alex was ready to piss himself and started yelling "what the fuck do you want"
the men didnt respond. it was freaky

when i seen alex and karen running down the block i was already in my
friend chato's car so we swooped em up and stabbed outta there.
alex went to a payphone and cried to his mom on the phone that bad people were chasing him .his mom came and got him . we havnt seen him since

when the day light came up we remember we had taken two hits of acid
most of the night was just a bad trip , i think

friendowl Reviewed by friendowl on 01-17-2007. things aint always how they seem on my street there lives a man named javier. he was a police officer for l.a.p.d he got shot one night and was put on disability for life. i guess thier policy is that when an officer gets shot and lives they feel he might be quick to shoot so he gets a check every month to stay home and do nothing. after some time unemployed javier developed a sweet tooth for crack cocaine. he was buying about 1000 a week and he hadnt been smoking long. some time went by and the money was just Rating: 5

[MastaChronic]

lol

[Canadien.]

That's why trip planning is essential. Don't just take two hits like you'd smoke a joint... Actual thought processes need to go into what you plan on doing when you do any sort of hallucinogen.

And lmfao, was Javier even a real person?

[friendowl]

javier and his lil border thing was real
the people i seen at night were not

i am the kind of person who loves hard times
i would much rather have an intense trip [even if its bad]

a planned trip like you are suggesting is cool for beginners
but as for me i want to experience the "pain"

[Thepossumdance]

love that... we need some more good socal stories I have one thats so so but not nearly this intense

[Matt the Funk]

FUCK
lol
That seemed like a crazy trip.

[thNk.m0rbid]

craziest story ever.. i thought it was a fucking AWESOME story.. right at the end when you said "when the day light came up we remember we had taken two hits of acid"... i was like just like DAMMNN AHAHAH.. nice story dude

[YayAreaPnjbi]

yeah i agree that was a good story.

[Bob the Awesome]

That actually was pretty good, nice little twist ending.

Wouldn't go doing acid like that myself, but still interesting :jointsmile:

[666300]

Awesome story man:thumbsup: