So let me take you back a couple summers ago in this little city in the heart of Alabama. Now at this time in my life I was just starting to become a full blown dope fiend. But I was still wet behind the ears this was when I was first beggining to feel the desperation that all addicts know. No money sick nothing to pawn. I had also already decided that I would be taking my ass to rehab very soon to get my suboxone taper and be cured. Haha like I said I was green and young just starting to realize that I had opened pandoras box. Well the day started like most of them did at Darrells apartment with Josh trying to scheme up a way to get money for dope. We tryed for a couple hours but nothing was working. I dont remember who said "lets rob him" at first we laughed yeah right. But as time went on it took on a more seriose tone. The planning began now the way the deals went down was we would pull our cars together driver side to driver side facing opposite directions on this side street. So we decided to crumple up a couple ones and just floor it and get out of there once we made the transaction. Now I justified this by telling myself I was killing two birds with one stone I would lose my only connection thus cutting myself off so I would have no choice but to quit when I got out of rehab. So me Josh and Darrell jump in my car and head to rob this scary ass ex-con gang member.
I remember it was very hot that day which added to the misery of my sickness. I was nervous as hell but kept a cool external demenor. We exchanged witty banter in the car trying to forget about the dangerous situation we put ourselves in. but the closer we got to the spot the higher the tension rose. Finally I made the phone call to him and set it up just like we normally did. I pull up to his driver side window make a quick exchange and lay on the gas peddle. I damn near spun the car out but saved it and drove as fast as the car would go running stop signs and red lights in the process. Somehow I didnt hit anyone with this horribly irresponsible action.
The best part of the story is that I ended up getting a phone call from old dude a couple days later saying that he wasnt mad and that we could come back down whenever we had money. Of course my dumb addicted ass took him up on the offer and somehow didnt get murdered. Better to be lucky then good sometimes.
I remember it was very hot that day which added to the misery of my sickness. I was nervous as hell but kept a cool external demenor. We exchanged witty banter in the car trying to forget about the dangerous situation we put ourselves in. but the closer we got to the spot the higher the tension rose. Finally I made the phone call to him and set it up just like we normally did. I pull up to his driver side window make a quick exchange and lay on the gas peddle. I damn near spun the car out but saved it and drove as fast as the car would go running stop signs and red lights in the process. Somehow I didnt hit anyone with this horribly irresponsible action.
The best part of the story is that I ended up getting a phone call from old dude a couple days later saying that he wasnt mad and that we could come back down whenever we had money. Of course my dumb addicted ass took him up on the offer and somehow didnt get murdered. Better to be lucky then good sometimes.