I gotta start listing the chapters now, this is still kind of backstory and my life in the underworld won't start til like next post maybe
Jackin bottles
Junior year rolls around and I find a new group of friends. We spend the majority of our time smoking gravity bongs and drinking heavy booze. I started stealing bottles from the local grocery stores, would literally walk in and shove like 4 in my pants and walk out.
One time I was doing this routine at around 11pm at night. Took my time extra special pickin out the bottles. I heard something wierd on the overhead radio of the store and had a bad feeling about the meaning. I don't remember what was said.
I go to exit the store and the automatic door won't open and all of a sudden a couple managers start swarming on me. Anyways, I'm full on punk rock with leather jacket and long fuckin hair and an asswhole attitude to match. I tell them to fuck off, and pry open the automatic door and bolt for my car which my friend is driving as a getaway vehicle. As I'm runnin every bottle falls out my pants and it was kind of funny in a Forrest Gump kinda way.
I got away that night, and I never got caught ever for that.
Few weeks later, I'm in there with a friend and we're just stealing red bulls. Bad idea cuz now theres an undercover cop. He's chasing us out the store like HEY STOP! and we round a corner and ditch the drinks into a bush and are like wut?? He finds a very small amount of weed but lets us go after a lecture.
Failed beer runs
Sometimes, we would do beer runs, and it was the same concept. Walk in, grab a 30 rack, walk out like you owned the place. We'd usually do this in pairs.
One day me and a few friends are just out smokin walkin around and run into these older dudes, like maybe 20 and we are 16 or whatever. Anyway they convince us to do a beer run for some weed and my 1 friend goes alone while we wait out in the car.
He gets chased the fuck out by like 30 people and we're taking off flipping off the people and shit it was funny. Long story short, the older dudes end up abandoning us out in the middle of the desert. So we walk like 5 miles and hitch hike the rest from a trucker to get home, where the police are waiting to arrest my friend because someone from school identified him.
He spent like 2 years on probation for felony commercial burglary, and later had to go to juvi for it when he was 18 for some reason. Since he was on probation, it helped end to the era of weed and into things more sinister that don't stay in the system as long, but I'll get to that in time.
Machete fight
So me nad like 5 high school buddies worked at Del Taco. We'd get the illegal aliens there to buy us booze with their fake IDs. Oh yea, they were shipping them in straight from mexico, and I saw a stack of like 100 social security cards.
So one night me and my friend got the shift and we're just drinking in the back, smoking in the walk-in freezer, yadda yadda. We get off our shift early and head over to wal-mart to try to pull a "hey mister" for more booze. Anyways, I end up buying a machete because it seemed like a good idea.
We're in the parking lot and some people are yellin so we're yellin back like AYO SHUT DA FUCK UP, just because we're drunk and belligerent. Anyways, these two black dudes roll the fuck up on us and hop out an SUV. One starts punchin my friend. I pull out the concealed machete from my pants and am about to cop a murder charge when a COP rolls by and shines his light on us. Anyway everyone took off in different directions and I got away and ditched the machete in a river.
DUI
So its the 4th of july and I'm 17 y/o. Two of my cousins had just been shot to death by a gang I wont name the prior month and I'm in a downward spiral circling the drain. So we're drinkin behind the del taco when a cop shows up to bust our balls, but he lets us go.
I'm drinking a can of beer under the fireworks. Had maybe 4 that night, smoked a ton of pot as pot was just an errday thing. I'm driving around when my friend unexcpectadly pulls the e-brake (did stupid shit like that all the time) when I'm accelerating in a low gear after a stop sign. Long story short, we drift up onto the curb and I hit a tree. Took the fucker out, but my gas tank goes instantly from full to empty.
We round a corner, then another corner, before the car dies. There's a 30 rack and 18 inch bong in the trunk, so I tell my friends to ditch that shit. Then the fucking mob of angry people shows up, dropping their wine/champagne glasses and trying to fight us and shit. Luckily paramedics show up (just standard for any 911 car crash call on a 4th of july I guess), and they protect us from the crazy redneck fucks til the cops show up.
Cops come and are like goddamn boy you smell like a fuckin brewery. Then I sucked at blowing and couldn't do the breathalyzer, which infuriated them. The whole way to the police station they're saying they can't wait to beat my ass and throw me in with the older people even tho I'm not an adult yet.
So they pull blood and my BAC was .03, and they didn't find weed in my system. I'm like ?????? Between that and the police report getting the wrong model of car and colour, as well as being threatened, it was just ridiculous. Ended up doing some youth program where you tour the jail so there was no charges, but it stuck on my DMV record.
To be continued... next the drugs will hit, and they will hit hard
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