Your Name : This is actually very sad, I hope he called the cops and got this guy some help. Finally he runs out of crack and directs me to a bar which took another half hour, easy. We had to lie and say we had to get home to our kid! What the fuck is with this baby shit and why the fuck can't this guy give me a straight answer? My job currently was to keep this dickhead out of anyone's line of sight because I knew I'd have a hard time explaining this situation to any cop if I got pulled over. Shit man, you look familiar. Do I just jump the fuck out of the car and run??? So which way do I need to go? Jesus Christ, what is this fucking guy talking about. When you think of a crackhead, or at least when I do, I picture a dude in dirty ass clothes and is skinny as fuck.
I drop him off and he actually gave me a five dollar bill. Andrew M : I don't get the big deal. I laughed so hard I cried. Michael Olender : How many Cobras did he drink before the funeral? The mods will enforce these rules as they see fit. It was winter and I couldn't find a bag of weed to save my fucking life. Now I'm starting to get worried because he was looking rather agitated and I had no fucking idea where we were. Lisa Blackson : He got the HolyÂ Spirit around 2:10 and 2:53.
I introduce myself to Al and we talk while waiting for Johnny to come back with my shit. Stories may be removed if we feel there is enough doubt about the circumstances, comments may be removed if they don't contribute, and bans both temporary and permanent are used to enforce rules. Pete : Just following instructions was the scariest thing he could say StrawberryHair :. Now, his radio name wasn't Richster, honestly I don't remember what it was but it was fucking stupid. Doesn't mean he's on crack DjAlanBarratt : before kanye discovered autotune. Juls c : homeboy needs grace and other things irAte irishman : praiz jeebus Chris Emanuel : Still watching this in 2017 twila willis : I wasn't laughing till he hit the high note, laugh just came out natural then I was like God forgive me he tried God nose his hart. Want to read something more cheerful? So glad, Im not that young and stupid anymore.
I had 2 12 inch Kicker Competition subs, a 1000 watt Rockford Fosgate amp, a Rockford capacitor, and a shitty little crossover I got from Seven Mile Fair. I'm not sure what is more disturbing,driving a crackhead to a crackhouse or that said crackhead keeps calling me baby. Were more freaked out when they asked to be dropped at the same apartment complex we lived at! Paul Dubenetsky : kevin's hart uncle. That we didn't have Were relieved they believed it. If you believe a story is breaking the rules, report it to the mods so we can review it.
I was 19 years of age and living back at home with my parents after trying to live with some other asshole for a couple of months. Shameless plug: There is a new subreddit dedicated to all of the shit my crazy ex has pulled on me some may want to check out, shitmyexdid. Please refer to our for help. Trap Gambino : Best anti drug commercial ever. For saying you party you sure do ask a lot of questions.
We know, it was really, really scary, and you don't want to ever meet them again. This story takes place back in my home state of Wisconsin back in 2001. The story must be your own personal encounter. Him becoming erratic could become an issue and it was freaking me out. Well I live off of 114th and Silverspring, if you want to come through it's all good. Never been to a Buck's game in my life.
At least he was bold enough to try! You can have this gutter, man. Michelle Neal : he needs help cyanidejunkie : Ummmm. Sister Subreddits These are subreddits that we share mods with, or are otherwise connected to in some way. The rest of the story is relatively boring, he ends up smoking more crack as I drive through residential areas almost hoping to get caught. It's just right around the corner. The area was shit, run down houses, shitty apartments, much what you'd you expect a ghetto to look like.
I had scored from Johnny a few times now and actually partied with him as well. Now, all I wanted was a bag of weed and damned if I wasn't going to get it. I keep driving, he keeps smoking crack. Related Subreddits to see a full list of subreddits similar to. We drive three or four blocks down the road and he quick tells me to pull over.
It became is workstation, he started breaking down his rock and packing his pipe as if it was business as usual. Uhh yeah, sure I do. Now it wasn't the fact that he opened my glove box as if it was his car to do so but the reason why. Find links to all of them! I open my glove box and grab a screwdriver I kept in there to adjust my amp, I slide it up the sleeve of my coat, as it was winter. I'm from a small town, like 1500 people total so I never seen crack before that moment in my life.
We're driving and I ask him what his name is. I look at my gas gauge and see I was around a quarter tank so I devise this foolproof plan to go to the gas station where I'd go inside and call the cops. I was fed up with this situation, the screwdriver was jabbing me in the arm, this guy is smoking crack next to me and oh look, there is a minivan full of little kids staring at my car. That's the look this fucker gave me. He couldn't have been gone longer than five minutes which is amazing considering this guy was like 5'10 and had to weight like 250, not your typical crackhead by any means. Hell I can't understand a word he sang. Please consider posting to , or instead.