--cont'd from entry b4 this one--
Or another joke played by Fate could be how even when you got your car all maintained, or even when you actually driving a nice, non junkie car -- a perfect, non descript whip that aint too new , but aint a old beater that screms "20somethin dopefeen with no money" -- and you DO use your blinkers and you DO come to a full stop at stop signs, you never know when the cop behind/next to/facin you on the other side of the road, is gonna pull you over becuz of some sht you CANT control, because of some total, complete, BULLSHIT.
*woop woop* "Good morning Im officer Haynes Paterson Police, I stopped you because there was a report of a car in the same make and model as yours being stolen, just checking it out, its a routine policy of ours, if your papers are legit and match your license youll be right on your way....By the way, where ya from? Morris county? wat're you boys doin all the way down here in this neighborhood, hmmm? Oh wait, wats that? is that a needle cap on the floor under your seat?" and we all know how it goes from there.
Wat Im sayin is, you just never fuckn know, so the "odds" of gettin caught, or how likely it shouldnt be if you are "prepared" , they dont mean 2, fuckin, shits. its just a dice roll every fuckin time, and until you realize that, you in denial about the risks you takin every day and the potential future you could end up with.
Its great to be confident and not all sketched out and shady, cuz cops and dboys alike can see that a mile away. But that self assured attitude of "na i do this all the time. this block is mad safe, it aint hot at all over here. we cool, dont stress, them piggies aint got shit on us" is the attitude that will fuck you. sure that block usually aint hot at all -- compared to the well known dope spots that get raided every weekend. but its probably pretty damn hot when u compare it to a ACTUALLY, truly not-hot place like when you drive to your boys house 5 minutes from your house in the suburbs to buy a few bags off him.
Anyways, OK, the block your "great spot" is on is cool, but you dont know everything happenin behind the scenes. Its all gravy to the people who aint livin there, but wat you dont know is that maybe another dealer is keepin his stash in his mamas crib, right under the unsuspecting nose of his old-ass moms in one of those nice, no-broken-window, only-a-lil-bit-chipped-paint, actual-green-lawn-havin, almost not-even-ghetto 2-family homes. and maybe the narcotics DT's just got a tip from a neighbor about it. Suddenly, the block is hot.
Or maybe yesterday there was a domestic violence problem at the house that you always sit in your car to meet your connect infront of, and the girlfriend-beater (sry for stereotypes, maybe its a chick whose a boyfriend-beater, lol idk) threatened to come back today and shut that bitch up for good this time, so theres a team of undercover detectives watching the block incase he comes back and tries to hurt the girl or her kids again. And you just parked right infront of the house where the girl lives.
See wat I mean? the recipe for youre-screwed salad is always in progress somewhere, unseen, lookin normal from the surface, just waitin for its final ingredient -- you. You feel me? So you got to understand...Its never safe. Theres measured risk. theres reasonable doubt that a cop would or wouldnt see you in the place you at. theres "relatively lo key, decently un-hot " places to cop at. but there aint no such thing as 100%.
So back to wat I was sayin at the beginning. You aint never gonna be lucky forever. Maybe you smart, maybe you a professional dope copper extraordinaire. maybe you been coppin for 4 years and never got popped. Maybe you the fuckin man, yo, but guess wat....The longer you do it for without gettin caught...the closer you gettin to 'fuck you day' being right around the corner. its all maybes, yea, i cant say that every damn body is gonna get popped, shit, the whole point here is nothing is certain, so maybe youll be one of those lucky ones that we all hate and wish we coulda been. And sure, its great that you made it thru this far without catchin a case. Its great that you been goin to your spot for 2 years and hardly ever even SEE a cop on your way in or out.
But kno wat...dope spots change, police forces change, neighborhoods change. gangs and their blocks change, arrest goals and priorities in the police department change. maybe the task force shut down 4 or 5 other well known spots in the hood over the past year, and now its your spots turn. maybe there was alot of shootings, and violence beat out drug sales as the main objective for the time you been safe, but the violence went down and now they got more time on their hands to get back to ruining junkies lives more than they already ruin their own lives without any help doin it. maybe there has been alot of gang violence related to arguements about drug sales in the area your spots in,and shuttin down the dealing on that block just became priority #1 for the drug and gangs taskforce before some young kid gets killed by a stray bullet. maybe the PD was too busy with some other bigger spots that was more active and well known, and had a fuckin parade of whiteboys comin thru around the clock, that they didnt have time to mess with your spot, but now that they got a new tactical narcotics grant from the city budget, they got more officers to go out and target more shit that had been overlooked before. Who, the FUCK, Knows. None of us, really....
And yea, I know this post is FULL of wat-if's. I know i just said more situations than any of us probably would imagine in a week. But its to make u think, to make u realize just how many variables go into determining wat happens to you when you go cop, EVERY, SINGLE, DAY. Its like "the butterfly effect", things can change in a split second and all a sudden youre watchin the next 7 years of your life slip away from you as you ask yourself why you didnt just stay home instead of accepting your boys offer to pick him up a couple bricks in exchange for him givin u 2 free bundles that are all now in a bag in the cops evidence kit, heading along with you to the precinct where you about to catch a charge of possession with intent to distribute within a school zone and plenty of time to catch up on your reading and all the workouts you skipped cuz you a junkie, once you get to Annandale state prison.
So listen feens....straight up, "too good to be true" , gets repeated so much cuz its true for the majority of everything in life. and bein able to get your diesel, 24-7-365 for the most part, cheap as hell, quicker and easier than buyin a bag of weed if you dont count the drive down -- thats too good to be true. and thats why the cops are part of the bargain, cuz nothing that feels that good ever comes without a big price, nevermind the effects on your body, mind,family, friends, finances, dreams, goals, etc but we all know thats a whooole nother post. Think of how easy people got it who live in the places where you can just go grab it from the closest ghetto, especially here in Jerz. the D is always flowin, and if you willing to go the distance, which is usually only a few blocks anyways, its damn near impossible to NOT be able to find it.
A situation like that GOT to have a down side, and we all tend to downplay it once we been in the game long enough, once the daily cop-n-go becomes as much of a simple, easy, painless, natural part of our everyday routine as wakin up in the morning or buyin a pack of cigarettes. when u do it all the time u start losing your grip on how serious it actually is. the fear wears off, and u forget that u even doin somethin illegal. its like a shoppin trip to the dope store, only the dope store happens to be outside on the sidewalk. piece of cake. It all blends in with the rest of daily life til it aint no thing...Until you get the taste of auto paint jammed into your mouth while your hands is getin cuffed behind your back as you get slammed facedown onto the hood of your car. Then shit gets real all of a sudden.
The key is to never forget that oh-fuck feeling...or u gonna start slippin. sure, dont act like a sketchball retard. be cool. on the outside, ACT like that smooth-coppin, veteran junkie who can pull a drive-up-dope-cop with her eyes closed without breakin a sweat. But inside your head, u should still be thinkin with that new jack mentality "Does that car look shady? somethin dont feel right, i can feel it in my gut, my dealer is actin like he dont see me but i know he see me, he lookin right at me but he looks weird, he aint noddin or comin up to the car...he aint chirping me back when i bleep him....Somethins wrong...." And in that case, even if you so sick, and so close, and just want your fuckin dope, you gotta hold on to the ability to cut your losses and run. So when it gets to that point no matter how much ur sick brain is tellin you it aint nothing and to just go get your shit and get home, you should make sure that the next words in that mental conversation are: "Im OUTTA HERE...."
And maybe, just MAYBE, if you keep your head on straight, and make the right choices when it comes to the very small amount of shit thats in YOUR control, youll slightly weight the odds in favor of keepin your ass outta the fryin pan. but the rest?....Shit, Thats up to luck and fate, so you better just always be ready.
Or another joke played by Fate could be how even when you got your car all maintained, or even when you actually driving a nice, non junkie car -- a perfect, non descript whip that aint too new , but aint a old beater that screms "20somethin dopefeen with no money" -- and you DO use your blinkers and you DO come to a full stop at stop signs, you never know when the cop behind/next to/facin you on the other side of the road, is gonna pull you over becuz of some sht you CANT control, because of some total, complete, BULLSHIT.
*woop woop* "Good morning Im officer Haynes Paterson Police, I stopped you because there was a report of a car in the same make and model as yours being stolen, just checking it out, its a routine policy of ours, if your papers are legit and match your license youll be right on your way....By the way, where ya from? Morris county? wat're you boys doin all the way down here in this neighborhood, hmmm? Oh wait, wats that? is that a needle cap on the floor under your seat?" and we all know how it goes from there.
Wat Im sayin is, you just never fuckn know, so the "odds" of gettin caught, or how likely it shouldnt be if you are "prepared" , they dont mean 2, fuckin, shits. its just a dice roll every fuckin time, and until you realize that, you in denial about the risks you takin every day and the potential future you could end up with.
Its great to be confident and not all sketched out and shady, cuz cops and dboys alike can see that a mile away. But that self assured attitude of "na i do this all the time. this block is mad safe, it aint hot at all over here. we cool, dont stress, them piggies aint got shit on us" is the attitude that will fuck you. sure that block usually aint hot at all -- compared to the well known dope spots that get raided every weekend. but its probably pretty damn hot when u compare it to a ACTUALLY, truly not-hot place like when you drive to your boys house 5 minutes from your house in the suburbs to buy a few bags off him.
Anyways, OK, the block your "great spot" is on is cool, but you dont know everything happenin behind the scenes. Its all gravy to the people who aint livin there, but wat you dont know is that maybe another dealer is keepin his stash in his mamas crib, right under the unsuspecting nose of his old-ass moms in one of those nice, no-broken-window, only-a-lil-bit-chipped-paint, actual-green-lawn-havin, almost not-even-ghetto 2-family homes. and maybe the narcotics DT's just got a tip from a neighbor about it. Suddenly, the block is hot.
Or maybe yesterday there was a domestic violence problem at the house that you always sit in your car to meet your connect infront of, and the girlfriend-beater (sry for stereotypes, maybe its a chick whose a boyfriend-beater, lol idk) threatened to come back today and shut that bitch up for good this time, so theres a team of undercover detectives watching the block incase he comes back and tries to hurt the girl or her kids again. And you just parked right infront of the house where the girl lives.
See wat I mean? the recipe for youre-screwed salad is always in progress somewhere, unseen, lookin normal from the surface, just waitin for its final ingredient -- you. You feel me? So you got to understand...Its never safe. Theres measured risk. theres reasonable doubt that a cop would or wouldnt see you in the place you at. theres "relatively lo key, decently un-hot " places to cop at. but there aint no such thing as 100%.
So back to wat I was sayin at the beginning. You aint never gonna be lucky forever. Maybe you smart, maybe you a professional dope copper extraordinaire. maybe you been coppin for 4 years and never got popped. Maybe you the fuckin man, yo, but guess wat....The longer you do it for without gettin caught...the closer you gettin to 'fuck you day' being right around the corner. its all maybes, yea, i cant say that every damn body is gonna get popped, shit, the whole point here is nothing is certain, so maybe youll be one of those lucky ones that we all hate and wish we coulda been. And sure, its great that you made it thru this far without catchin a case. Its great that you been goin to your spot for 2 years and hardly ever even SEE a cop on your way in or out.
But kno wat...dope spots change, police forces change, neighborhoods change. gangs and their blocks change, arrest goals and priorities in the police department change. maybe the task force shut down 4 or 5 other well known spots in the hood over the past year, and now its your spots turn. maybe there was alot of shootings, and violence beat out drug sales as the main objective for the time you been safe, but the violence went down and now they got more time on their hands to get back to ruining junkies lives more than they already ruin their own lives without any help doin it. maybe there has been alot of gang violence related to arguements about drug sales in the area your spots in,and shuttin down the dealing on that block just became priority #1 for the drug and gangs taskforce before some young kid gets killed by a stray bullet. maybe the PD was too busy with some other bigger spots that was more active and well known, and had a fuckin parade of whiteboys comin thru around the clock, that they didnt have time to mess with your spot, but now that they got a new tactical narcotics grant from the city budget, they got more officers to go out and target more shit that had been overlooked before. Who, the FUCK, Knows. None of us, really....
And yea, I know this post is FULL of wat-if's. I know i just said more situations than any of us probably would imagine in a week. But its to make u think, to make u realize just how many variables go into determining wat happens to you when you go cop, EVERY, SINGLE, DAY. Its like "the butterfly effect", things can change in a split second and all a sudden youre watchin the next 7 years of your life slip away from you as you ask yourself why you didnt just stay home instead of accepting your boys offer to pick him up a couple bricks in exchange for him givin u 2 free bundles that are all now in a bag in the cops evidence kit, heading along with you to the precinct where you about to catch a charge of possession with intent to distribute within a school zone and plenty of time to catch up on your reading and all the workouts you skipped cuz you a junkie, once you get to Annandale state prison.
So listen feens....straight up, "too good to be true" , gets repeated so much cuz its true for the majority of everything in life. and bein able to get your diesel, 24-7-365 for the most part, cheap as hell, quicker and easier than buyin a bag of weed if you dont count the drive down -- thats too good to be true. and thats why the cops are part of the bargain, cuz nothing that feels that good ever comes without a big price, nevermind the effects on your body, mind,family, friends, finances, dreams, goals, etc but we all know thats a whooole nother post. Think of how easy people got it who live in the places where you can just go grab it from the closest ghetto, especially here in Jerz. the D is always flowin, and if you willing to go the distance, which is usually only a few blocks anyways, its damn near impossible to NOT be able to find it.
A situation like that GOT to have a down side, and we all tend to downplay it once we been in the game long enough, once the daily cop-n-go becomes as much of a simple, easy, painless, natural part of our everyday routine as wakin up in the morning or buyin a pack of cigarettes. when u do it all the time u start losing your grip on how serious it actually is. the fear wears off, and u forget that u even doin somethin illegal. its like a shoppin trip to the dope store, only the dope store happens to be outside on the sidewalk. piece of cake. It all blends in with the rest of daily life til it aint no thing...Until you get the taste of auto paint jammed into your mouth while your hands is getin cuffed behind your back as you get slammed facedown onto the hood of your car. Then shit gets real all of a sudden.
The key is to never forget that oh-fuck feeling...or u gonna start slippin. sure, dont act like a sketchball retard. be cool. on the outside, ACT like that smooth-coppin, veteran junkie who can pull a drive-up-dope-cop with her eyes closed without breakin a sweat. But inside your head, u should still be thinkin with that new jack mentality "Does that car look shady? somethin dont feel right, i can feel it in my gut, my dealer is actin like he dont see me but i know he see me, he lookin right at me but he looks weird, he aint noddin or comin up to the car...he aint chirping me back when i bleep him....Somethins wrong...." And in that case, even if you so sick, and so close, and just want your fuckin dope, you gotta hold on to the ability to cut your losses and run. So when it gets to that point no matter how much ur sick brain is tellin you it aint nothing and to just go get your shit and get home, you should make sure that the next words in that mental conversation are: "Im OUTTA HERE...."
And maybe, just MAYBE, if you keep your head on straight, and make the right choices when it comes to the very small amount of shit thats in YOUR control, youll slightly weight the odds in favor of keepin your ass outta the fryin pan. but the rest?....Shit, Thats up to luck and fate, so you better just always be ready.
