I mentally unhinged the last motherfuckers who robbed me.
Me and my girl had been doing heroin for a while (I was on Suboxone and went on and off, but my girl was in a full blown addiction with no help), and we relied on some friends to run up to the city for us (I can't go up there because I know too many people from legit things, shit WILL get back to my family if I am seen by the wrong person in just about every good hood that has H). I had known these people since elementary school, and thought we were good friends.
But over time, the bags started getting shorter, and sometimes ended up missing, leaving my girl sick. Motherfuckers always had a story. I would never had bought it if I didn't know them so well, but I just didn't think they would rip me off.
But the next time they ripped my girl off (I was clean at the time, but nobody rips my girl off, nobody) they said they got arrested. Of course, I looked that shit up online at the Clerk of Courts and there was no record of arrest. It had happened too many times, and I was sure those motherfuckers ripped my girl off, leaving her sick as hell.
So I acted like it was OK, because one of them was a girl and I cannot reasonably bring myself to hit a girl. On top of that, the boy was a total bitch and the girl was the one who was liable to stab a motherfucker.
So, I had a friend deliver them 2 bags of heroin with about 20mg of 2c-e per bag in that motherfucker, and those folks mainlined it. Nobody died (thank god), but they were fucked up for a while after that. One of my favorite stories.