hahaha, alright, good stories here.
so this one night me and a homie and my x gf are headin back to my house, wasted as fuck (also i better not forget to mention that i live in "the ghetto." i mean, not a project or some shit but the low income area of town where all the gangsters live.) and there's this persian dude we knew parked on the side of the road tryin to score some X (in the ghetto, in the middle of the night, like a dumbass) and he asked us.
now idk what made this guy think we were his friends, maybe just because we've burned it with him he thought he could trust us.
you do not trust drunk people stumbling down the street in the middle of the ghetto with your money.
my homie was like, yea, we can get you x, how much you need?
dude gives my homie 80 fuckin bucks and we tell him we'll be right back.
bought pot. got really stoned. that was a good night.
he acted like he was gonna kick both me and my homie's asses but he's a little persian pussy and there wasn't shit to worry about. we told him to come through once we had his money but the little bitch wouldn't... fuckin pansy...