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"[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]am I being too cynical wondering where's a single, 'I'm sorry' in all of that?"
Well, he did say unforgivable, so . . . [/FONT]
"[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]am I being too cynical wondering where's a single, 'I'm sorry' in all of that?"
Well, he did say unforgivable, so . . . [/FONT]
oy! even if it's unforgivable he/she could damn well still say that they're sorry about it
and this way it not only seems like, but the writer actually does try to throw money @ the situation (like a good church goer btw) with his/her very own words following that 'unforgivable' statement.
Random Post huh? It's gonna be a frikkin' story.......
Random Post huh? It's gonna be a frikkin' story.......
'96~'99 I was driving back n' forth, MN/NY a lot. I hate travelling with weed so I found a brutha in the Bronx who did business from his car. He could run us out to the next county or just up the street @ McDonald's (Gunhill Rd & Webster AV), he went by the name 'TC', you know too cool etc...
TC was really good people, always had those bags stuffed, buy 4 dimes get one free; plus, if I gave him a days notice he'd deal me weight, his crib & stash were in NJ. I came up about $75 short on a couple of ounces, he told me to get him next time, TC was like that.
I went back to MN (not needing to see TC again) but knowing I'd catch him the next time. So the next time I'm back in NY I give his phone a jingle, but it's not TC that answers, it becomes a tentatively tense vetting session between us. He explains he has TC's phone & biz and I should come meet him for some weed.
We meet and he tells me that TC had a serious stroke, but will be back, by now I'm convinced that he really is TC's cousin (Zippy) so I give him the $75 and tell him that I expect that TC knows MN Fats has paid that bill, that was the name TC gave me for running MN plates on my car. We do a little biz & I'm on my way.
5 or 6 weeks later I'm needing some more boo so I call Zippy, he sets up a location for us to meet and as always, (w/TC too) is right on time. I jump in his car for the buy & he asks me to wait, he dials TC @ home in Jersey & holds up his phone.
You woulda thought that TC had found his long lost brother, he was shouting happy things & greetings & a couple of I love you bro in there too. Maybe TC was feeling down & I restored his faith in toke-kind, idk.
Happily TC got back to biz in awhile, we even hit NYC a couple of times after he knocked off work (10pm for TC), we also took our ladies out (Jekyll & Hyde theme restaurant 7th Av.) to meet as well.
It's funny how just suddenly balancing the scale could have such a kind & profound effect.......
"[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]It's funny how just suddenly balancing the scale could have such a kind & profound effect......." Understandable.
I'm sure he met a few, um, less ethical people, dealing in NYC.
And there's plenty of folks that will happily kick you when you are down.
Finding that you are the stand-up guy he judged you to be?
Priceless.
That triggers a random post.
I was moving some weight in Cleveland in the late '60s
Was planning to move to California in a month and a supplier, I'll call Dennis, burned me with 5 pounds of worthless weed.
So bad, I had to throw it out.
Violence is for numbskulls, so I just let it be known, and headed off to tour America for the next year.
When I settled in Ca. I used my last few dollars to buy a pound of hash to send home.
My people in Cleveland told me that no one would work with Dennis until he made things right with me.
They gave him shit about it until he got on a plane, came to S.F., paid me back, and apologized.
I accepted, but he never did regain much trust and nobody had his back when he eventually got busted.
"Outlaws have no recourse to the law".
All they have is their word.
S. F. was very good to me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]That cash came back to me a a critical time.
When I became a homeowner with something substantial to lose, I quit moving pounds and became a tester.
Formed a group of high level dealers.
They would pool their cash and leave it with me.
I would sample offerings and purchase in quantity.
Then my friends would pick up their shares at a rented apartment we kept for that purpose.
Low risk, good income, good friends.
What's not to like?
Well, nothing is perfect.
See, I love to smoke, and do so daily.
As a tester though I would have to abstain to keep a clean palate. Sometimes for days while waiting for a delivery.
Tough life, yah?
Did dat for almost 30 years.
Retired now, but the friends I made along the way are still my friends today.
They are honest, trustworthy, and constant.
And I can toke up whenever I wish.
Don't have a lot of money now, but I am a very "wealthy" man.
Got rained out at work today...
Thought I was going to have to leave the tractor in the field for fear of burying it in the mud with the sweeps attached.
It rained so much, by the time I reached my rig, I was crossing water where there previously was none.
Tractor tires were filled with mud & my guages were showing me moving at a 35% slip. That means my tires were moving 35% faster than the tractor was, for those that dont already know.
Good thing I made it out of the field or I'd have been enjoying the storm from inside the tractor until it was dry enough to walk the mile or more, through the mud, to my rig. I had to put it in 4 low to get out as it was. The previously dry road looked like 2 parallel rivers that I had to straddle to maintain control.
When I exited the storm about another mile later, everything was dry.
What an afternoon!