Retoxx
Bluelighter
Over the last two days of the Memorial day weekend, Sunday and Monday. My best friend and roommate was gone. He left at 2:30 PM on Sunday. We, his girlfriend, a friend, and I had made plans with my friend to go out Sunday night. Well, by 10:30 PM he wasn't back, he didn't bother to call, and all the people that we called hadn't seen that day. So, we left a note, and went to party. We didn't get back to my place until 5 AM, and there still was no sign of him, and no message on the voicemail. Later that day (Mon.) his girlfriend shows up looking for him. He also had borrowed her car to, as he said, "I'm goin' to a friend's. I'll be right back." She gets pissed off, grabs her shit, and leaves a note tell this guy to fuck off, and leaves with a guy-friend who was there to help her pack. On Tues. at 11 AM my friend finally comes home, and tells me this story about how he was in hiding the 2 days because the guy he was with got shot over a bad pot deal. He said that dude got it twice in the back, so my friend put him the car, and dropped him off at a friend's house. I checked the car, and no blood. He stuck to his story. When he found out that his girlfriend left, he tracked her down at this guy's mom's place. He (my friend) proceeded to try and force his way in, all the while threatening to kill everyone in the trailer. To make a long story short, he made several threatening remarkes to his now ex-girlfriend, who just recently informed me that she had once caught my friend with another woman, and it was brought to my attention that he (my now ex-friend) was trying to sell my $130 guitar compressor around town for $50. When I confronted him about this he told me he loaned to a friend. That's when I received a call from the guy he sold it to. This guy told me that my ex-friend said he needed the money to buy coke. I will not be lied to, nor will I tolerate being ripped off. That's why I ended the friendship, and quit the band. It wasn't long after that the other band members quit also. I didn't spend over $5000 on guitars, amps, effects, and a sound system for this little pissant to support his coke habit. In closing; I lost my best friend, my band, and was forced to move out of house we were renting, because of this little fucker. I'm not posting an opinion about coke. I'll leave that up to you.