Bookworm
Well-Known Member
So I was walking home with one of my friends from a party, and he's got his cigs, I've got an 8th on me. Neither one of us has a lighter. So he asks this random dude on the street if he's got a lighter. The guy does.
So he light's my boy's cig and it's cool.
This is where I make my biggest mistake.
"Wow, thanks man."
him: "you know, I really wish I had some trees."
"I got those trees."
him: "for real?"
"yeah, I got an even 8th in my pocket."
him: "lemme see it."
"not here."
so then I try to go over to a friend's house to show him the stuff, but he doesn't want to. so my dumbass decides to go along with his plan because I want to make an easy $10. So I show him the 8th. He pockets it.
I ask for cash. "hold on, I got it in my car"
I ask for it back.
he declines.
I start to get nervous, I'm not a big guy, and my boy's too drunk to be any use. He wanders off. I get hella nervous. I get in his face and ask for my 8th back. The two guys (he had a friend, but he was like silent bob) quicken their pace, and get to their car.
yo, you got that cash now?
VROOM.
YO!
SCREEEEECH!!!
FUCK!!!!!!
basically, a mexican dude with a well trimmed beard, real smooth talking, about 5'11, and his friend, 6', 6'1 or so brazilian looking guy.
San Jose area, drive an older brown sedan, might've been a mercury. It was the older crown vic style of car, with the big long hood and long ass trunk, sharp corners. I believe it was brown and cream exterior, pretty ratty interior. Early 90s or late 80s probably, plate started with 4.
These fools straight jacked me.
And I'm pissed.
So he light's my boy's cig and it's cool.
This is where I make my biggest mistake.
"Wow, thanks man."
him: "you know, I really wish I had some trees."
"I got those trees."
him: "for real?"
"yeah, I got an even 8th in my pocket."
him: "lemme see it."
"not here."
so then I try to go over to a friend's house to show him the stuff, but he doesn't want to. so my dumbass decides to go along with his plan because I want to make an easy $10. So I show him the 8th. He pockets it.
I ask for cash. "hold on, I got it in my car"
I ask for it back.
he declines.
I start to get nervous, I'm not a big guy, and my boy's too drunk to be any use. He wanders off. I get hella nervous. I get in his face and ask for my 8th back. The two guys (he had a friend, but he was like silent bob) quicken their pace, and get to their car.
yo, you got that cash now?
VROOM.
YO!
SCREEEEECH!!!
FUCK!!!!!!
basically, a mexican dude with a well trimmed beard, real smooth talking, about 5'11, and his friend, 6', 6'1 or so brazilian looking guy.
San Jose area, drive an older brown sedan, might've been a mercury. It was the older crown vic style of car, with the big long hood and long ass trunk, sharp corners. I believe it was brown and cream exterior, pretty ratty interior. Early 90s or late 80s probably, plate started with 4.
These fools straight jacked me.
And I'm pissed.
