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you're too soft a touch bro. i'd be letting that tweaker gnaw roadkill for dinner. it would give him the opportunity to reflect on his life. sometimes, you've gotta help the process along.
okay, so here & gone w/out asking for anything (yet), he claims to have a ride out to n. dakota where he'll try to find work, whether in or out of the oil business those towns are booming w/every biz needing help. his ride west leaves in a day or two.
you're too soft a touch bro. i'd be letting that tweaker gnaw roadkill for dinner. it would give him the opportunity to reflect on his life. sometimes, you've gotta help the process along.
he already knows by my lack of offering him any help and the overt "what do you want?" attitude I have when he calls me that I'm not going to part with anything. before he leaves I know he'll ask for a handout but he'll get none this time.
so Jack was in and out of my place several times over the last few days, today he needed a ride down to Bemidji so he could start hitching (his ride fell through) west on Highway 2 a major E-W route through rural america. @ my crib today he asked me to donate to his 'stash jar' some of my bud, I declined explaining that nobody walks away w/any of my meds these days, I'd gotten him high for 4/5 days already.
while driving to Bemidji he finally dropped the money bomb, I declined again explaining that I thought it was best he find 'bottom' and work his way out on his own. I asked him if the two guys whose homes he slept @ contributed, one did one didn't both of them being gainfully employed. The guy who didn't donate was Jack's very best friend, someone Jack had helped big time over the years. I have no income currently w/the exception of a small pension which pays my cable/net/phone package and buys a 1/2 a bag of groceries every month.
I bought him lunch @ BK and a hot cup of stout coffee from our local Caribou Coffee shop, I stopped @ McD's to buy my dog a couple of plain dbl. cheeseburgers & I decided to buy Jack a $10 McD's gift card, that's good for about 9 McDoubles which I know from our many road trips is his favorite cheapy sandwich. I didn't have the heart to leave him cold & hungry, I have no idea what Kevin gave him for cash.
It is so fucking rural up here that traveling west from Bemidji the next McDonalds that Jack will find is actually 86 miles away in Crookston MN, once he hits rural ND he'll only find cell signals when approaching any fair fair sized rural cities usually separated by 40/50 miles. I promised Jack that I'd continue using my MagicJack phone to contact our friend working the ND oil fields so he wouldn't tear up his cell minutes.
He hit the bricks @ the junction of Highways 2 & 71 @ 11:15am, roads were slick, the snow's flying and wind's blowing hard.......
One thing is for sure,he's definitely going to find out what he's made of.Wouldn't worry too much about drug addicts,they're resourceful people so long as they don't get caught.The mitten in winter? He will definitely find his heart.
in a moment of both clarity and despair I've suddenly come to realize that Jack is my very own Yummybud.
so I just get a call from Jack on his cell phone, "Where are you?" I ask and then he tells me how the weather forced his ride to turn around & go back to Bemidji, he's @ a local friends house now. His ride was a minister who's setting him up w/a job and a bunk at a homeless shelter, I can't wait to see how this goes now.
gone is the opportunity to earn oil field wages or even the great money that surrounding companies and services are paying to keep employees from going into the oil biz.
I can't friggin' believe he's back in town, a human remora.
Stoner, you are to kind. and will only end up hurting youre self. tell youre yummybud to fookoff, and stay the fook away
from you. or if you really feel like tending youre soft spot donate some of youre exess.
but reallice that you have to care for nr.1 first.
he won't be bothering me much anymore, what he needs I don't have and/or won't give him. the shelter will house & feed him and is over 30 miles from my crib, he goes there tomorrow and already has that ride arranged.
he wanted me to drive him to Bemidji to the shelter but I told him no as it costs me $15 in gas round trip, I get to Bemidji about 2-3 times a month if that these days so I won't be looking him up either. Tonight he's @ a friends house, this guy is clean & sober so it's no fun for Jack tonight.
Well damn, it's not like the rain and wind is 24/7. why didn't he get his ass back on the road when the weather got better instead of going to a local shelter? Shows how sorry his ass is. He didn't really want a job. All he would have done is mooched off of somebody once he got out to the Dakotas. I bet his mom rescues him again.
Stone, you need to leave this MF alone - altogether. Not even answer the phone. Eternal leech you got there.
Jack has no access to his mom, his sister has made sure of that, and to show you what kind of a dirtbag he really is he's told me that if his mom calls me that I should disavow any knowledge of his whereabouts. His biggest advocate all his life, his own mom and he would have her worry unnecessarily.
this past week he spent one day of 7 hours at my crib watching tube, I packed his one hitter maybe 4 times and I broke out no food or beverage in that time for him, he brought a 2 liter bottle of root beer to drink. He visited several days in a row and he noticed a nice big farm cut ribeye steak I have resting in my fridge, I prefer my steaks aged for a week. Anyway he was really hungry I guess and asked me to cook up that steak for him, I told him no I wasn't going to cook it, a few minutes later I started to talk about how it was big enough to make 2 meals for me, supper one night then steak n' eggs in the morning, to torture him I kept talking about food for the rest of his visit; he's been a source of entertainment for me.
I've turned him down for rides, weed requests and cash; I was going to Bemidji the other day myself & so I offered to ride him to the edge of town, I bought him that McD's card because I wouldn't have turned my worst enemy away in the weather I knew I was leaving him in on Monday.
I'm pretty sure Jack knows that he's worn out his welcome here by my treatment of him while he visits, he has big balls for asking me for handouts but I predicted he would try. I know Jack & he'll fuck up before long requiring him to move on, he hasn't hit bottom hard enough yet to straighten his ass out.
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btw, I'd like nothing better than to put this thread away for another 1.5 yrs before finding reason to bump it with either news of Jacks successes or demise. So far as I know he'll be local Bemidji for awhile but I promise not to bore you guys with any of his day-to-day I might hear about.
I have never seen this thread until right now - I have a friend who is EXACTLY like this (minus the meth). Class A moocher...but he's had some struggles in his life, and I can see he hasa good heart deep down and wants it to shine through but just hasn't been able to 100% make it yet. He has his moments, and they are wonderful - but he always seems to get back to his ways in the end.
I'm worried this guy is gonna turn against you. He could easily turn violent and or threaten you for money / valuables in such a vulnerable, desperate state.
as if I didn't already have enough on my plate w/the dog dilemma Jack's back in my life via the phone.
he's been out in ND since the last posts here, Bemidji is in MN & he still has child support warrants on him so he made tracks out west to Minot ND.
since he's been out there we've talked regularly, he'd bounced around between jobs always seeming to make bad moves instead of good, reductions in pay & hours in an area that's booming. about a year ago he started getting & selling fentanyl patches for income, his backsliding ways steering his life.
Jack called me last week, his voice at first nearly a whisper telling me of the bad shit that's about to come down the pike. Push-n home invasions in his neighborhood, crazy roommates looking to involve him in troubles, and then he cries out in despair..... "and I had to fall in love with a heroin junkie!"
of course looking for me to bail him out by sending traveling money to him, he tried explaining that I should wire it to his friend who'd come pick him up. I told the fucker no of course, next he was asking for me to put $50 on his cell phone, NO! He promises to pay me out of his 1st paycheck, yeah right! He's NEVER repaid a single debt in his life. Then last night he has a local mutual friend call me & asks the same shit, neither one of us were biting. He was wondering if I'd go and pick him up & drive him to Alexandria MN ~ my house to Minot, Minot to Alexandria & finally back to my home = 920 miles.
Now tonight my phone's ringing off the hook (not his #) and the voicemail I got from Jack said "my phone's shut off, if you see any unfamiliar numbers please pick it up, the shit's hit the fan & I need to get outta here."
So in order to be fair to Jack, do any of you ICMag members feel like bailing out this worthless scum sucker???