#1.
Bro I just went over to the ninthteenth hole to get some cigarette butts and after I grab some there was this guy smoking a cigarette he was just about to put it out so I waited behind him he couldn’t even see me after he put it out I went and grabbed it from the bud tray he’s just about to enter into the ninth hole but he stops turns around and looks at me dead in the eye and says “really really bro are you serious” acting like if I’m some big-time lowlife that’s picking up cigarette butts so I say what the fuck did you just say to me dick head you say that shit to my face asshole instead he turns around and goes back into the place after I’m saying why don’t you say that shit to my face asshole Ill fucking knock you the fuck out, It’s like you’re the stupid guy for paying for cigarettes when there’s constantly ones in a cigarette ashtrays fucking rich piece of shit. I give him one thing he’s got balls cause I had a bandana on my head.
#2.
I would’ve thought I was some cholo or something and Not said shit
IQ <79 100%
This kid was an ex-heroin user and on methadone, then relapsed and I cut ties with him. He supposedly has a "brain tumor" and has epilepsy/seziures and is like 5'8" and skinny-fat 140lbs and lives with his mommy on disability and thinks hes gonna knock out a grown man. lol. ("The 19th Hole" is a sports bar & grill by the country club I live in.)
Also had to distance myself from him when he starts telling me about how he was in jail he says he was kicking heroin for like 2 weeks and would sleep in his bunk all day and I told him that shit would never fly in any jail pod or prison unit I was ever in and we'd have you rolled out in a day. The Wood Rep/Right Hand would make sure you are up and out of your bunk every morning for breakfast and there was no sleeping during the day and you would shower at least once every day, twice on days with rec, and you're not missing rec. You might get to lay in your bunk for like the first one, maybe two days if you are kicking heroin but you're sure as fuck showering both those days.
He says there was no way he was going to let anybody bully him and that if anybody tried to bully him he would run straight to the door and hit the button and call a guard and have them rolled out, and the punk seemed to be proud of it and says he was in the trustee unit, where there's no politics, but you still gotta fucken shower every day and unless you work the night shift, you're up all day.
Couldn't believe my ears. Kids proud of being a snitch and if he's proud of snitching IN jail, if he gets arrested again, he'd likely have no problem snitching on me.
This dumbfuck was telling me one day about how he'd dip the rubber plunger of old syringes in butter so they'd be "smooth like new". Hahaha. Told him that's a good way to have a pulmonary embolism or stroke, having introduced oil in an IV shot, and this fucking genius says "oh, that must be how I got my tumor" bwahahaha.
Dumbfuck explains to me how he does IM heroin shots with full insulin syringes, by holding the needle a good 8-12" away and stabs it into the muscle like John Travolta in Pulp Fiction stabing Uma Thurman, and he can't figure out how why he keeps bending needles.
Then he complains that he keeps getting abcesses and shows how he grabs a handful of the skinny fat on his thighs and shoots there, essentially doing a sub-q heroin injection. Hahaha. Dumbfuck is exactly why I never associated with drug users, always asking "if I would nod" and mentioning how he would "nod" and "nod this.. nod that", like a fucken bum on a bus stop.
Genius had a bright idea to tell his mommy that he was going to quit methadone because he "hated being chained that place", despite only having to go to the fucking clinic once a month and piss clean, which meant he only had to not use fucking heroin for three whole days before going in, and all he had to do was take the fucking methadone that he had and you wouldn't be fucking sick. So he tells his mommy that he was going to go back on heroin for a month to get off of methadone and then taper off the heroin.. Sounded proud of his plan when telling me and didn't understand why I said "that was fucking stupid". hahaha yea buddy, that worked great the first time right? That's why you're on 100mg methadone/day hahaha. I wish i could live with my mommy and spend my whole disability check on heroin and ride around on my electric bicycle, picking cigarette butts out of ashtrays. Playing VR video games all night till for 5 a.m. and sleeping every day until 3 p.m. That's the fucking life.
The "rich piece of shit" line too, tells me this kid is likely a liberal snowflake. Has no idea that the guy he was talking to probably takes home 60k/yr, and if the kid would invest maybe a couple months worth of his little disability check and learned a little bit about fucking finance he could sit at home and fucking day trade and make a decent amount of money and not have to have his mommy driving everywhere.
God, I hate these people. Parasites on society. Just OD once and for all.
Oh, supposed to meet up with this fucking kid one day and I get to Starbucks and text him that I was there and you takes fucking forever and by the time he shows up he says oh I just got your text, while I was there waiting for like 30 fucking minutes. And he shows me his phone to show me that he just got my text and he has me entered into his phone as "******* Guy I see" , **** is obviously my name, but "guy I see"?? Wtf is that? I know think you realized I saw that and he tells me that it it was supposed to say guy I see with the leg brace, from when I had my leg in the thigh to ankle immobilizer when I broke my leg. But none of that shit was in the name part. Just "guy I see". What kind of creepy fucking shit is that?
And the dude's been over at my place and I was barbecuing some burgers before and I heard him talk on his phone checking in with his mommy and the way he was talking sounded fucking suspect as fuck as well. I'm telling him about my first daughter when I was 17 are mom was is import model chick and meta The Little Gym in the townhome complex I lived in and how she moved back to Laos with her mom after having the baby without telling me and how I have no way of finding her because I just know the girl as "Sue", which was short for her Lao name, which is super long and I have no clue what her last name was and the only way I could possibly find her would be to go back through issues of import tuner and super Street and Ollie's Lowriding magazines from late 90's and find her features and find the photographers and see if they have her real name, and even then I'd be lucky to find her sister in SD. And he tells me a story about how he has a daughter supposedly with some "model chick who's dad was rich" or something and it sounded like the 40 year old virgin when he's at the poker table talking about how boobs feel like bags of sand, like this kid has never touched a breast, much less impregnated a girl... And here he has me in his phone, not as "*** sponsor", but as "****** guy I see".
Next week he'll likely be texting me if I know where to get methadone cuz he'll be out of heroin, and money, and can't get back into the methadone clinic for another 8wks.
