roundnround
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2012
- Messages
- 171
when i was 17 i was dating a big time weed dealer the day i left him i left 80k in a shoe box and didnt touch a penny (this fucker owed me big time tho for the shit he put me thru) so later on i stole 3k (unnoticed) this was when i started "trying" coke and the partying life i had just gotten my 1st attic apartment with the slanted cilings and in one area there was a lil window nook that had a 4ft ceiling that i made into my opium den (lol hadnt even tried opium yet) anyways i decidd it would be good to roll up the loot in a roll and to put it with the 8 ball i had bought and ben hanging on to for "a special time" put the mony and the coke in a tiny lil spice jar type thing and stuck it in the ceiling tile of my opium den and i heard it roll but luckily it had gotten caught on a beam in the wall and didnt roll too far and was still reachable... now this was money i wasnt supposed to have so i had to be careful who i broke out the hundos around.. i would dip into the money here and there but never even opened the coke... one day i go to look for it and its fucking GONE i wass o fucked up around that time that i know i didnt spend it or use it but cant be certain that no one else knew its location... to have it sit better in my own mind i say it fell down the wall... skip ahead 2 yrs after i move out some guy hangs himself in my opium dn and burns the whole apartment down... GONE GONE GONE... cant tell u how many nights afterward i considered breaking in there to check for it but the fire ruined that dream... FUCK