MKJ wrote:until it gets impounded by the police because your "buddy" ratted you out again, that is
He was just bitter I beat him up. But he deserved it and got worse than I gave him when he got to jail for trying to rob a bar in Saint-John to get money to try and leave town cause he wasn't feeling really safe around here anymore.
MKJ wrote:until it gets impounded by the police because your "buddy" ratted you out again, that is
He was just bitter I beat him up. But he deserved it and got worse than I gave him when he got to jail for trying to rob a bar in Saint-John to get money to try and leave town cause he wasn't feeling really safe around here anymore.
Nope and I could even prove it if I was really that desperate to prove it. His name is Mike Gray, he robbed a place called the Flame and was sent to remand months ago, way back in may I think. Serving 2 years for armed robbery and assault. All because of me.
Yeah it wasn't like what you're thinking. The story with this guy is this.
He owed me some money like usual and I was driving up to collect. He had a wad of bills on him and I was in a hurry so I told him to make sure the whole ammount was there so when I got there I could get it quick and go. Now he's well known for ripping people off so this wasn't a big surprise afterwards. So when I got there he gives me the bills and says it's all there. I didn't count it cause I was in a hurry and assumed it was all there but it wasn't. There was about 250$ missing. So later on when I talked to him about it he denies it completely in front of a bunch of people so I got pretty mad but we were at this party at this chicks house I didn't want to disrespect her by beating this fucking retard in her house. So nothing happened.
Fast forward 2 weeks and I run into him again at another house party, ironicly I now live in this house. His girlfriend (which I screwed) was living there and this is actualy where I met her and I again promised not to start any shit in the house. Later that night after he thought everything was cool for some retarded reason I asked him to go for a walk with me, we went out back I told him I was going to beat him up and he could either fight me and get really beaten up or choose where to take it and when I was done it'd be over. He chose his gut so I beat his fucking ass with my fists only until he was gasping for air. To me that was the end of it.
He however didn't feel that way, so he rated me and my buddy out, and another friend of his (I wasn't his friend). So when I learned of this he hid. I thought he had already left town till I heard he got arrested for robbing a bar. That's his story. Unfortunately for him I have friends in jail, one of them being the guy he rated out, his own friend. I wouldn't want to be that guy.
That's ok puff it's not a lifestyle I'd suggest on anyone anyway, in fact I try to stay away from it as much as possible. I prefer not having drama anymore. Ever since my buddy was busted I haven't been involved in anything since, except that guy that I beat up a couple months ago. But that was totaly different. He was just a sore loser.
Fucking hell, Kracus, I'd love you to spend a week in Brixton collecting with me. I'd introduce you to 50 people in a single morning who'd make the top man in your town look like Urkel.
You need to get some perspective, because your idea of street life is a joke. You're buying a 20 year old motor for 500 bucks? Where's your cake? I know little 20 year olds who tell stories like yours and they drive brand new audis and beemers. Where's your dough going?
sys0p wrote:Fucking hell, Kracus, I'd love you to spend a week in Brixton collecting with me. I'd introduce you to 50 people in a single morning who'd make the top man in your town look like Urkel.
You need to get some perspective, because your idea of street life is a joke. You're buying a 20 year old motor for 500 bucks? Where's your cake? I know little 20 year olds who tell stories like yours and they drive brand new audis and beemers. Where's your dough going?