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The worst you've been burned?

jones-in_J

jones-in_J

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I posted about this in a different thread but it was kind of off topic so I'm going to relocate it here

I came home from work one day on break (I came home every break to smoke up, that's what happens when you work at a company like virgin mobile), saw my roommates loading stuff into their car, didn't realize it was mine because blanket covered it.. so anyway they asked to come inside to talk, I went in they jumped me. When I got up I woke up to nothing left in the apartment they even took my socks and underwear. I needed a wake up call though (not that they deserved to deliver it or that it stuck around forever after but it set me straight for like a year at least)
 
I had a job and was making extra $ on the side.. they were jealous dead beat room mates. At first I'd even get them high even though they weren't paying rent. I avoided the confrontation of kicking them out so I didn't go that route even though I should have... and I knew they had pasts with meth but was too stoned all the time to realize what was going on- but looking back there's a couple times I definately should of realized they were tweaking and should have seen bad things coming
 
lol wait, what? OP, please tell us more. You can't just give us a little tease like that, you gotta give us the whole back story!
 
ok haha here it goes the long version of the story here it goes

I moved from Maryland to Colorado to get away from crack.. moved in with my sister because she'd moved out there a couple months prior. Well me and my sis started fighting and a few "friends" I'd met there from working at mcdonalds said I could move in.. they were pretty cool from what I knew up to that point, I knew they had a past with meth but they had stopped that and just smoked weed with me and ate mushrooms sometimes. So one of the guys ended up smoking crack once in a while too, so I found myself a crack connect out there but I had to go thru him every time and wasn't allowed to meet the guy, another reason I didn't want to stop living with them.

Well they ended up getting evicted from their apartment for not paying rent and didn't charge me anything while living there.. well I was the only one of the bunch that didn't have bad credit and after they allowed me to live with them I felt obligated to get a place under my name and let them move in, I mean it's the least I could do after they let me live at their place right??

Well like I said I had a job and was making extra $ on the side... extra $ on the side meant always pleanty of weed, hash, mushrooms, and sometimes X around and that's all we did was get high. They only paid me in full for rent like once and after that it went downhill.. the one guy who worked suddenly started coming up "sick" all the time and hardly went to work.. he eventually got fired for missing so much time. I was so stoned all the time that I didn't put much thought to it other then being pissed that these bastards sat around teh house doing nothing while I paid for everything.. they were really ignorant and disrespectful to my house too... I guess they thought that I didn't get them high as much as I should have so they would ash cigarettes on my carpet right in front of me after I'd just told them to use the ash tray. Maybe you think I was a bitch for not putting my foot down and putting an end to it when I should have, I'd have to agree. Well eventually I was sick of them not paying for shit and being bums so I stopped getting them high. One time I even smoked a bowl in front of them and blew it in their face haha - this was a couple days before they robbed me. Anyway so like I said in the post before, I came home from work on break which I always did to smoke my zong (yes i spelled that right and meant zong) and saw them piling shit into their car with a blanket over top of it... went over to the car and the girl was driving she just stared forward wouldn't make eye contact with me or acknowledge me when I asked whath was going on and were they moving or what??... one of the guys started walking towards the house and told me to come iniside he needed to talk to me. So I come in, they pull my hoody over my head and beat the shit out of me.. I got hit by a truck when I was younger and have 3 implants in the front of my mouth they tried to stomp my head to knock them out I guess but I blocked against that happening at least. Anyway so I get up and all my shits gone... socks, underwear, everything.. All that's left is their shitty ass furniture from their old place and the clothes on my back... my safe, my wallet, my movies.. literally everything i had gone

but at that point i had become obsessed with making $, it was all i cared about was the $ and the drugs. So in retrospect maybe it's what I needed for a wake up call, I have never sold drugs since and never will again. Can't say it had as lasting of an effect on the using of drugs, but that's another story

mr.scagnattie said:
Ha..damn..that's definitely getting burned. Without incriminating yourself...please tell me you got back at those fuckers in some way..?
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nope never saw them again, supposedly they fled to arizona which is where they were originally from I've heard thru the grape vine. I still remember their full names though and will never forget. Rachel Valardi, Curtis Woosley and Eric Gayler not 100% on spellings
 
no one needs all their shit stolen by a bunch of scummy fucking dickheads. but a lesson has been learned, don't feel like you owe shitheads anything.

when i moved out my ex's in a hurry i left some stuff behind and was going to pick it up once i sorted a new permanent home for myself, it wasn't taking up any space at her place but shit threw it all away.
 
i against i said:
no one needs all their shit stolen by a bunch of scummy fucking dickheads. but a lesson has been learned, don't feel like you owe shitheads anything.

when i moved out my ex's in a hurry i left some stuff behind and was going to pick it up once i sorted a new permanent home for myself, it wasn't taking up any space at her place but shit threw it all away.
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People are assholes to do stuff like that just out of spite, absolutely no other reasoning
 
To the OP, I'm sorry you had to go through that... I've been ripped off a few times when trying to cop heroin through street junky's, but I've never been assaulted during the process.. Your personality sounds a lot like mine, feeling as if you "owe" a bunch of assholes everything you have.

And that's what those guys were, assholes. If they'd steal someone's shit for some psychadellics and weed, they have absolutely no soul at all, it's amazing they even get anything out of tripping.
 
Znegative said:
To the OP, I'm sorry you had to go through that... I've been ripped off a few times when trying to cop heroin through street junky's, but I've never been assaulted during the process.. Your personality sounds a lot like mine, feeling as if you "owe" a bunch of assholes everything you have.

And that's what those guys were, assholes. If they'd steal someone's shit for some psychadellics and weed, they have absolutely no soul at all, it's amazing they even get anything out of tripping.
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I know right. I'm glad that there are such cool people here that did/do drugs.. most of the real world people I've known and gotten high with have been really shitty wastes of space not unlike the ones mentioned here so its nice for a change. That's the impression I got from this site and why I registered
 
The most I got taken for was $100, and it thankfully wasn't even my money, but I will get to that part later.

My friend had been calling me daily asking if I could get him suboxone. I called up a junkie friend and he said he could probably get them, but it wouldn't really be worth it for him at the price I was looking for. The next morning this other kid I know called me up, said he heard I needed subs and hes got me. I figured that the orginial kid I called just told the source to call me since he knew me too, and the original guy didn't want to be bothered with middlemanning it. I knew the kid that called me pretty well (had copped from him before, chilled at his house, went to parties with him, etc) so it wasn't like it was a random person.

So I called my friend up, told him everything is set so to come pick me up and we would work out the meet. I call the kid with the subs, and he is telling me to hurry up and meet him at the train station because he's gotta catch the next train. We speed over there, my friend hands me the money, and I get onto the train platform to do the deal. He had it perfectly planned that once the train pulled up, he grabbed my cash, pushed me away, and ran onto the train. The person who had given me the cash to get the drugs saw the deal go bad, so knew I didn't rip him off. I called up the other kid from the day before to tell him what happened, and he said the kid overheard him talking to me so called me on his own since he had my number. He also told me that the kid had been ripping off a lot of people lately since he was strung out on dope again. I had no idea that he had gotten bad into dope again, or I wouldn't have done that big of a deal with him.

The next month I saw the kid that burned me in the local most wanted magazine. He ended up getting caught, got his ass kicked in jail by other people he burned, and after getting out he moved far, far away.
 
Tommyboy said:
The most I got taken for was $100, and it thankfully wasn't even my money, but I will get to that part later.

My friend had been calling me daily asking if I could get him suboxone. I called up a junkie friend and he said he could probably get them, but it wouldn't really be worth it for him at the price I was looking for. The next morning this other kid I know called me up, said he heard I needed subs and hes got me. I figured that the orginial kid I called just told the source to call me since he knew me too, and the original guy didn't want to be bothered with middlemanning it. I knew the kid that called me pretty well (had copped from him before, chilled at his house, went to parties with him, etc) so it wasn't like it was a random person.

So I called my friend up, told him everything is set so to come pick me up and we would work out the meet. I call the kid with the subs, and he is telling me to hurry up and meet him at the train station because he's gotta catch the next train. We speed over there, my friend hands me the money, and I get onto the train platform to do the deal. He had it perfectly planned that once the train pulled up, he grabbed my cash, pushed me away, and ran onto the train. The person who had given me the cash to get the drugs saw the deal go bad, so knew I didn't rip him off. I called up the other kid from the day before to tell him what happened, and he said the kid overheard him talking to me so called me on his own since he had my number. He also told me that the kid had been ripping off a lot of people lately since he was strung out on dope again. I had no idea that he had gotten bad into dope again, or I wouldn't have done that big of a deal with him.

The next month I saw the kid that burned me in the local most wanted magazine. He ended up getting caught, got his ass kicked in jail by other people he burned, and after getting out he moved far, far away.
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damn that's crazy, did you go after him or just count your losses?
 
Only around 100 dollars. Had a friend promise me that he could get me GHB straight from a chemist. I had no idea the guy was a meth addict. Next thing I know, I don't hear from the guy for 2 days. I see the guy a couple of days later, completely sleep deprived, wasted looking and sorrowful. He lies and tells me that he went to a hotel, left the money in a friend's car and the chemist never showed up.


However I know that he did not answer his phone for 2 days because he spent all the money on meth.

It ruined mine and his friendship but it taught me my first lesson on dealing with hard drug addicts. Definitely worth the lesson. I have not been burned since.
 
jones-in_J said:
damn that's crazy, did you go after him or just count your losses?
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I didn't go onto the train because it happened so fast, and also he took the only money I had on me, and they charge a lot for a train ticket if you don't buy one before you get on the train, so....

I did drive to the next stop to see if he got off there, but when I got there another train going back in the direction I just came from had left, so I didn't know if he stayed on the first train, or hopped off and took the other train back. I drove back to the other train station and all the streets around it, but no luck.

I gave up and sent him a text message saying "I hope the high was worth it." Like I said, I knew him pretty well, (chilled together like 25x, and half those times it was just me and him chilling) so I figured that kinda text might make him feel worse about what he did. I hadn't seen him in over a year before that day, so that's why I didn't know his current situation.
 
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