About 20 years ago or so I was playing poker with some friends. My friends BF had his cousin, apparently fresh out of jail from Manitoba a while back. He beat me at poker and offered to take me to a pool hall at his dime to make up for it and hang out. Turned out he just needed me to drive him around while he collected money from his prostitutes and pick up money and drop off drugs to his dealers around the NE. I visited a crack house that night too. I also learned you can smoke crack out of a redbull can (He did not me). Crazy night. At one point when we stopped at his place briefly he offered for me to come inside and "check out 20,000 in cash". I declined out of a legit fear of my life and safety. To this day I refer to this story as my "training day" because things got progressively worse like the movie.
Last edited by White Out 403; 12-30-2022 at 12:55 PM.
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