John was one of the most chaotic individuals I've ever met. He was done from the beginning. His mother had an injury and got addicted to pain meds and would give them to him. He would smoke cannabis, drink and take oxys.
He was terrifying to ride with. He would take paths through neighbors yards because it was faster. If you were a a person in costume waving for the company, watch out cause he'll sling the car around and beat the shit out of you cause he thought he was slighted.
He and I would throw roman salutes at school.
He died a few times on his kitchen floor from oxys and alcohol. "Tripped and fell"
This wasn't conducive for my business. He told me if he used again to punch him in the face. Well as you probably guessed he did. I told him I didn't want to. He talked shit about my dead mother and that did it. I knocked that fuck out.
Times changed I started drying up and leaving the dealing shit behind. Last I saw him he looked like the fucking joker. Tattered three piece suit, dirty hands, part of his hair was green and there was stains of the dye on his face.
I'd have coworkers coming out asking if I was alright because he terrified them.
He would be asking me for monetary help buying tracts in the Midwest to grow cannabis. Had cancer is probably dead today.
I know some of ya don't care for my posts and I don't care. It's cathartic for me.
That sounds like a whole lot of “not fun!” As they say “drugs are a helluva drug” no good comes from abusing them. Glad you broke free, that seems to be a rare thing.
I had a good friend for a long time that was similarly chaotic. It was a very off and on friendship because I couldn’t take that much crazy. She did kill herself eventually. It was very sad.
[ - ] con77 1 point 6 monthsOct 29, 2024 16:23:49 ago (+1/-0)
I was friends with a guy in high school. Ajewish mexican guy whose family moved here in the early 70's.
He was fucking wild. A good looking kid whose parents seemed to be upper middle class.
He was sneaking into the port of tampa to trade stolen guns for duffel bags full of weed. At 17!
This was the guy that told me mexico was owned and run by 6 jewish families!
On my 19th birthday his girlfriend and a friend of hers came over and fucked me and my twin. We lived in a rented house on a lake.
About a week later Im sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and my screen door opens and in walks my buddy. Hes got a gun. A small .32 pocket pistol that hes holding at his side.
He was pissed and said "you fucked her didnt you?". I remained calm and assured him that I didnt lay a hand on her. He was a smart jew boy and believed me. He realized that it had been my brother fucking this cute redneck bitch.
He turned and bolted out the door. I jumped up to follow him but he had disappeared. parked around the corner out of sight. I had no idea which way he went.
I immediately called the redneck beach bar where I knew my brother was with 4 or 5 of our friends. I told him xxxx was on his way down there with a gun! He holds the phone up and announces to the bar that xxxx is on his way there to shoot him.
I hear a bar full of rednecks roar! BRING IT ON! fucking crazy bastards.
In retrospect with dozens of instances of erratic behavior I now realize that xxxx had mental issues. He was smart. and a little crazy.
About a year ago a mutual friend and I considered getting in touch with xxxx. I slept on it and told the friend that xxx was a dangerous person that we should leave alone.
I have a few more stories about this guy that are more amusing.
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[ - ] Portmanure 3 points 6 monthsOct 29, 2024 13:13:01 ago (+3/-0)
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[ + ] con77
[ - ] con77 1 point 6 monthsOct 29, 2024 16:23:49 ago (+1/-0)
He was fucking wild. A good looking kid whose parents seemed to be upper middle class.
He was sneaking into the port of tampa to trade stolen guns for duffel bags full of weed. At 17!
This was the guy that told me mexico was owned and run by 6 jewish families!
On my 19th birthday his girlfriend and a friend of hers came over and fucked me and my twin. We lived in a rented house on a lake.
About a week later Im sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and my screen door opens and in walks my buddy. Hes got a gun. A small .32 pocket pistol that hes holding at his side.
He was pissed and said "you fucked her didnt you?". I remained calm and assured him that I didnt lay a hand on her. He was a smart jew boy and believed me. He realized that it had been my brother fucking this cute redneck bitch.
He turned and bolted out the door. I jumped up to follow him but he had disappeared. parked around the corner out of sight. I had no idea which way he went.
I immediately called the redneck beach bar where I knew my brother was with 4 or 5 of our friends. I told him xxxx was on his way down there with a gun! He holds the phone up and announces to the bar that xxxx is on his way there to shoot him.
I hear a bar full of rednecks roar! BRING IT ON! fucking crazy bastards.
In retrospect with dozens of instances of erratic behavior I now realize that xxxx had mental issues. He was smart. and a little crazy.
About a year ago a mutual friend and I considered getting in touch with xxxx. I slept on it and told the friend that xxx was a dangerous person that we should leave alone.
I have a few more stories about this guy that are more amusing.
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[ - ] JustALover 0 points 6 monthsOct 29, 2024 13:10:12 ago (+0/-0)
It seems that in almost all cases, a fucked up childhood will result in a fucked up adult, no matter how good the genes are.