About 2 years ago, I met a guy by the name of Jamal.
I was selling weed at the time. Dumb idea now that I look back on it, but hey, to each his own, right?
Jamal starts getting pounds from me. Pays up front at first.
after he slings about 20 pounds, I trust him enough to give him some on front.
I give him a pound, he brings me back 900 Dollars, it's all good. We do this a couple of times. Then he brings me 500 one day and says he had an emergency and had to take his kid to the doctor, that's where my other 400 went.
I can accept that. At that point in time $400 wasn't even change in my pocket. He swears if I give him 2 pounds he'll bring me back 2200. I agree, and he takes the weed and I don't hear from him for a couple of days.
A few days later, my cousin adam (roomate and partner in crime) tells me Jamal came and picked up today. I asked him how much money he dropped off and he said $400. I told him what happened last time, and adam tells me he gave him the same story and took 2 more pounds, not mentioning the other $1800 he owed me.
Jamal was offically cut off. He was out of the circle and I was pissed.
I grab some cronies and go lookin for him. He had moved out of his apartment.
Ok, fine so I had been ripped off, $3600 was about half what I was gonna make that week, so I just decided to eat the debt and go on with my life. it ain't worth killin someone over, ya know?
so a couple of weeks go by, no word from Jamal. I'm about to get off work and the phone rings. I answer it, and it is Adam. He is frantic. I can Barely understand him. "Apartment...Door kicked in... come quick..."
I Drive home faster than I should have. When I get there, the door had been kicked in. Every cabnet door was open, fridge and freezer wide open all drawres pulled out of the dresser, clothes everywhere.
5 Bongs, 7 pipes, My Grinder, my digital scales, 15+ lbs of weed, 10 oz. of Kind buds, 7500 in cash, My computer... all gone.
So the door won't lock, I decide to sleep on the couch to make sure noone comes in on us that night.
The next morning, *knock knock*. I go answer the door and see 2 men with Badges. I said "we called you all about 12 hours ago... you're kinda late..." to which he responds "we've already been here once..."
At that point in time, I thought I had been ratted out. Then the police started going on about what all they found...
Everything that I had listed earlier, the police had taken, except 2 5 pound blocks that I had cut out. They had only found 8~ pounds.
Someone had kicked in my door, stole 10 pounds, and calld the cops after they left, expecting me to go to jail for a long long time.
So I deal with these cops who want me to give up who I had been gettin it from. I refuse, they threaten with jail. I refuse more, they threaten with anal rape in jail. Yes, they actually said anal rape. People wonder why drug dealers don't respect cops...
So I keep Refusing, but they want to build a case against me before they arest me since I wasn't actually there when they took the stuff. They leave, and I sit there wondering what I'm gonna do. I called the apartment office to tell them my door was broken, and they come over right away... to give me eviction papers. Telling me it had something to do with the papers I signed and I had to pay out my lease and I had to leave in 2 days.
My life was falling apart around me. The phone rings. It was Jamal. He asked me how everything was going. He said he saw some cops outside my apartment and was worried.
I knew instantly it was him. He kicked in my door, he stole my shit, he called the cops. I played it off and acted like nothin happened. I asked him for some money and he said he was broke. I asked him for my 4 pounds of weed back and he had to get off the phone real quick. The pay phone.
So all along, the cops are watchin me. i see one on every corner. They sit across from the gas station where I worked for weeks. City cops did a beer sting on my store, which was out of their jurisdiction. The sent a guy in there 5 o`clock shadow, buisness suit, drivin a lexus, crows feet around his eyes and mouth.
The gas station I worked for had a policy that I was supposed to card anyone that looked under 35. This guy looked 40. So the cops come in after I sell him the beer and start harrassing me. The ask to see the beer liscence, who is my manager, all that. In any case, the city cops get me fired in a weak ass attempt to make me sell drugs again. Not happenin.
About 8 months later, the cops call me and say they need to meet with me to talk about somethin. I tell them where to meet me I go, I get arrested, i go to jail. My bail was $10000. $1000 to a bail bondsman to get me out. I call my sisters and tell them what's going on. I also tell them "I'd rather stay in jail than have my mother come and get me."
They call my mom first. She comes to get me.
So I get a court date for January 12 2005, i go and my lawyer (that I paid way too much money for) got me a reduced charge. Simple possesion.
11m 29d probation $2500 or so in fines + $1000 to get out of jail + $600 a month for the next 8 months for my apartment that I'm not alowed to go back too + the money that I owe the drug dealer that I bought the weed from($20000) + The cops "lost" my computer.
If I ever see Jamal again, I will take him into the middle of the woods. I will beat him untill he begs me to kill him. Then I will nail him to the ground and leave him there. I hate Jamal.
But the real moral of the story here is DO NOT SALE DRUGS. No matter how much money you think you can make, the police will take 2x as much away from you when they catch you.
-Trippy
