Nothing as scandalous as what I've been reading, but....
Have a cousin who was having a hard time back in Michigan. He had got caught up in some shit and wound up with about a dozen or so buck shot embedded in his shoulder. He was pleading with me to help him get a fresh start here in Bmore. I warned him not to come down here with any shenanigans.
Well I was blind and should have seen the signs. One day while downtown we dipped in the restroom and I smelled a crazy smoke smell. He immediately identified it as crack. I just chalked it up to him being more street savvy then me. But then shit started getting missing.
One day I noticed my camcorder was gone. Another day I couldn't find a Discman. The final straw came when I was holding some heat for some associates and I came home one evening to find one of them gone along with him. When he finally showed back up, I was like just give it back no questions asked because you know those don't belong to me. He acted dumb at first and then told me some bullshit story about taking one out to show off and some niggas took it from him. How the fuck is somebody going to "take" an assault rifle from you? He sold that shit for drugs. I put him out and put him on notice that I didn't have his back when my boys came. Family or no family, fuck him.
My dude served him up a proper ass whooping but let him live out of respect for me and I told him he had to leave town and not to go to my mothers crib either.
So this nigga got me one last time. Pleaded with me to take him to the bus station and kick it with him until his bus left. When I got home, I found that all of my shines was gone AND brand new leather jacket. Fucked me over good.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Have a cousin who was having a hard time back in Michigan. He had got caught up in some shit and wound up with about a dozen or so buck shot embedded in his shoulder. He was pleading with me to help him get a fresh start here in Bmore. I warned him not to come down here with any shenanigans.
Well I was blind and should have seen the signs. One day while downtown we dipped in the restroom and I smelled a crazy smoke smell. He immediately identified it as crack. I just chalked it up to him being more street savvy then me. But then shit started getting missing.
One day I noticed my camcorder was gone. Another day I couldn't find a Discman. The final straw came when I was holding some heat for some associates and I came home one evening to find one of them gone along with him. When he finally showed back up, I was like just give it back no questions asked because you know those don't belong to me. He acted dumb at first and then told me some bullshit story about taking one out to show off and some niggas took it from him. How the fuck is somebody going to "take" an assault rifle from you? He sold that shit for drugs. I put him out and put him on notice that I didn't have his back when my boys came. Family or no family, fuck him.
My dude served him up a proper ass whooping but let him live out of respect for me and I told him he had to leave town and not to go to my mothers crib either.
So this nigga got me one last time. Pleaded with me to take him to the bus station and kick it with him until his bus left. When I got home, I found that all of my shines was gone AND brand new leather jacket. Fucked me over good.
No good deed goes unpunished.
