This is about one of my LONG TIME friends. I've known him since we were 4 or 5. Anyways, he used to be a middle man for mushrooms back in the summer. The guy he got them from was really shady, and only he could get them from him. So I handed him 60 bucks and he said he'd meet me in an hour (this happened all the time, I didn't think anything of it. He always was right on time).
Anyways, this one particular time, he never showed up. I called his cell like probably 30 times. I ended up getting ahold of him in the morning, and he said he got arrested for trafficking mushrooms. He said two cop cars pulled him over right as he left the dealers house. He said he got caught with over an O of them, and spent the night in jail.
This is ridiculous, I thought. I started talking to some of his friends, just saying like "so what did you do Saturday night?" and two of them both said they were hanging out with my certain friend. Their stories both matched up: they went to a party, blah blah.
So I went over to his house and told him what I was told and he completely lied to me. So I left, came back later that night and stole his deck, subs and amp out of his car and smashed his window. I havne't talked to him since. Fucking bastard.