Why I don't chase tail that is into drugs. Near death experience.
When I was around 19 years old, I was chasing tail regardless of their personal shortcomings. Whether they did drugs, started drama or robbed banks didn't matter to me, it only mattered how hot they were. To make a long story short on why this happened, let's just say I went with a hot cougar white woman on what was supposed to be a journey to buy marijuana (for her) from her "friend", I assumed was white. Instead she took me to Houston's notorious 5th ward, which is entirely black. The next few minutes are the most horrible minutes of my life.
Before I realized where I was anywhere near the 5th ward, much less in it. Crazy hot cougar drove down a cul de sac and pulled up into a group of around 30 gang members and many or most of them were selling drugs. She announced (to my further terror) that she was in the market for some crack, by holding up a couple of hundreds and waving them around saying something about "rock". This whipped the dealer crowd into a frenzy and they crowded and pushed around her window.
Several guys were continually trying to open the doors on the passenger side of the car, while she negotiated with the dealers at her window. She wanted more room to evaluate one guy's offer so she opened her fucking door and swung her legs out, then looked through the drugs on her lap.
Guys are now slapping the windows, jerking the handles and rocking the car on my side. The white woman driver/buyer seemed oblivious and is talking and bullshitting with the three or four frenzied dealers who formed the closest ring around her (they were backed up by many, many more yelling and waving men).
I believe I started objecting to her very strongly that we had to leave immediately, but I didn't see how we could leave even if we tried. We were completely enthronged by an increasingly out of control crowd. If I were driving I might have plowed a hole out of there..., but you're not necessarily walking away a free man even if you do manage to escape your attackers.
I thought she was almost done since she had been inspecting her handful of crack for almost a full 30 seconds, then she yelled out "What the fuck kind of nigger shit is this?" (or something like that, I really can't remember the phrasing, but I know that she used the word "nigger" with the full "r'" in a David Duke style pronunciation, not a Chris Rock pronunciation). She pushed her hand back out at the dealer, who was just one of many shocked black faces, and then yelled out "get out of the way with the kiddie bullshit son, let the grown men handle business".
The crowd on her side so enjoyed her verbal beatdown of their friend that they never reacted or seemed to care that she continually called them "niggers" or "nigger" and included other hateful sentiments like her opinion that they're all thieves and on welfare.
That was well and good for her side of the car. Somehow she was gaining in popularity. On my side, the excitement was taking a darker turn. I believe that the guys on that side knew that they didn't have any chance at making a sale. If they could get into the car though, they could take the money and anything else they could find. The open slaps on the window turned to pounding fists. I sat there and watched as the momentum built and people started to test how hard they could hit the window without hurting themselves, and obviously the next step would be to grab a brick.
At that point, in his excitement, some guy kicked the shit out of my side of the car. This got the white woman's attention, and she bellowed "get the fuck away from my car you goddamn worthless niggers!" She turned and went back to negotiating, and although I was looking away, I heard the loud noise of something other than flesh hitting the window. I don't know what they used but it was clear that the window would be broken imminently.
Finally, exasperated by the distractions on my side of the car, she accepted a proposed deal. The rejected dealers on her side grew suddenly even louder and more agitated than those on my side, once it became clear that they weren't making any money.
She surprised everyone by revving the shit out of her engine, then accidentally put it in drive and suddenly jumped forward two or three feet. Those in front of the car jumped back, and everyone around us became angry. People starting hitting and punching and kicking the car. Some tried to hold on to it as though they could prevent it from leaving (the second time I've seen that in my life).
The driver, still oblivious to our peril, was in fact driving normally and wasn't doing any of those things as a defense against the crowd. She put the car in reverse and the crowd behind us split with people literally diving out of the way. She went backward at great speed, traveled halfway into the lawn on the other side of the street, then put it in drive and sped away.
She smoked crack all the way back to the town we had left from. Her method of smoking surreptitiously was to duck her head and arms fully under the dash of the car, and hang out there for a completely unreasonable length of time while the car maintained it's 70 mph travel.
She couldn't understand why I didn't want any crack, or why I tried to demand that she let me drive, so I eventually had to settle for permission to hold the steering wheel while she basically sat in the floorboard and smoked.
That was the last time I ever went on a ride along to pick up even a bag of weed. I assume all drug runs now involve crack. And oh, I almost forgot. This batty chick received my very first hatefucking cut n' run combo. SFO.
The amount of racism hot white women are able to get away with is mind boggling.
Also, you obviously should have smoked the rock with her for the lulz and had one of those Nic Cage in the Bad Lieutenant moments. Story really would have been 10 times better if you lied about smoking the crack in the end, then later posted the truth.
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LISTEN while youre busy driving your cocaine submarine, i was out here defending the idea that all star survivor is better against scooter who thinks its a bad idea, JESUS CHRIST YOUR JIMMERY KNOWS NO BOUNDS
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But whatever, yes I can be a huge canadian faggot and you can be terrible yourself but theres no reason we shouldnt be able to co-exist at the very least, ya feelz me??
LISTEN while youre busy driving your cocaine submarine, i was out here defending the idea that all star survivor is better against scooter who thinks its a bad idea, JESUS CHRIST YOUR JIMMERY KNOWS NO BOUNDS
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But whatever, yes I can be a huge canadian faggot and you can be terrible yourself but theres no reason we shouldnt be able to co-exist at the very least, ya feelz me??
Hellagood story Bot. I assume this is Bot, in my absence you may have changed your name. As soon as the silverbacks swarmed the car and it was apparent she was buying crack, should've hella kicked her out of the car, let the 40-50 gorillas go to work on her and use that time to escape.
Why I don't chase tail that is into drugs. Near death experience.
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