^Well I'm sure it didn't say for what, probably just had his name with a number next to it. Could be anything really
Heh, I always used to end up in these drug triangles at work. Several different jobs I've had the only people who I still stay in contact with are the drug friends.
I remember one particularly crazy job, this salvage company I worked at was almost unreal-
Back when I used to sell pills at one point my supplier worked with me, but I used to help him find shit too when he was in need.
There was another guy at the same company who I used to buy and do lots of coke with. We got our connect through a guy that also worked there who used to be good friends/ business partner/ fellow skier who worked there for years before this guy started there and didn't even realize it was him until like a few days after he started. Shit, we'd be up till 5am blowing lines and realize that we had to be at work in 3 hours and I was dude's ride to work that day.
If I worked Saturdays there was a dude that we'd have each other's back if one of us forgot to bring our own booze that day.
Another guy that I had previously worked with about 2 years earlier at a different yard got a job there a few months after I started. One of the last times I saw him before I stopped working there we had just finished smoking a joint on lunch break when he got pulled over and arrested on an old warrant and I had to drive his car back to the yard without him and explain where he went. We didn't keep in contact after I left. Then he shows up to work at this new place not knowing I worked there and I gave him a good word so he could get the job lol
You'd always catch someone doing something behind any corner or hiding in a car. I walked up on a dude (that didn't work there long) shooting up in a car out in the lot once and before he knew it was me he ripped his arm pretty bad trying to gank the rig out and hide what he was doing. He ended up leaving early that day cause he told the boss he cut his arm on a rusty piece of metal. Two of the guys in the garage used to keep lines cut up in the top lid of their toolbox and you could usually just walk up and take one or two as long as you informed them later and found a way to hit them back in one way shape or form (one was coke the other was OC, the OC guy was kind of stingy but he still hooked me up, the coke guy pretty much anyone who wanted some could). The owner had cameras out in the garage that he could view from his office so the guys just positioned their boxes just past where it was hard to see what was actually going on but not completely out of sight to avoid suspicion, just looked like you were looking for tools. He actually mentioned once that it was great that we trusted one another enough to share our tools so freely, it was damn funny.
There was a spot that a few of us would meet up at the reservoir down the street on lunch break and get high or just do deals.
Sometimes you'd run into someone else from work at the liquor store on lunch.
Man what a crazy place to work that was, pretty much only like the owners and 2 or 3 office workers, and one older operator were straight edge. Other than that everyone else was cool. And of course there was the VP's Nicaraguan husband that worked there too, on Sunday nights we'd go out to the casino or this hispanic club (I never saw even one other white guy there, it was nuts) and he ended up hooking me up with 3 or 4 hot latina chicks.
It was unreal, like just one big drug binge that lasted months but actually you were at work some of the time. Started off just being a regular job but as time progressed it got crazier like we all fed off each other. Idk why the fuck I left that job. Well, I do but damn I shouldn't have. That was the place that begged me to stay and paid for my first/last month rent and security deposit on a new apartment, gave me a big raise and offered to help me out with a car because I told them I was quitting due to homelessness and them not paying me to survive. I could get away with anything there lol.
Heh, sorry for the ramble, I guess the bankai is showing itself
TL;DR: Just reminiscing about some drug fueled good times at work. Man my new job just got so fucking boring when I thought of it like that. fuck