so. i got a call at work and was told that people. were trying to break into my house.
AGAIN.
so i went home. and my neighbor's door had almost been pried open with a crowbar and pipe. thing is. it was a friend of ours and one of his buddies doing the job. my neighbor happened to come home right before one kid got into his apartment and in time to see our "friend" casing my place.
i called the cops. sure i did. (i do that a lot here.) and reported it. and went back to work. pissed.as.fuck.
and in the clockout line. who would call?
but slayer's dad. that lovely "friend" of ours. and threatens me. because the cops came to his house trying to find his son. and they are both. tweakers. and it pissed me off. more. he wanted to meet me after work. and i told him no. i didn't think so. and hung up.
i had a friend of mine from work follow me home because he happened to have his 38 on him and i had mine at my parents house. no good there.
and imagine. IM-A-GINE. the irony. of slayer. calling 20 minutes after my father has come in to hand my my 38. and to hang for a while. to see if slayer's old man really was what he thought he was. a badass. uhm. not. so, yes. slayer. called.
and. geeked out of his mind. yelled and cussed and tried to explain what had happened and hates me for calling the cops etc. but the thing is. he's only mad because he got caught.
he's lying. he's lying about what happened and i know because i know slayer and there are too many holes in the story for it to be true. and guess what.
i have it recorded.
lovely of me, isn't it?
i just hate it when friends fuck you over. i just. get a little bit. angry. you understand.
so i'm waiting to see what happens. let's see if i have to shoot any one tonight. cause i will. smile.
AGAIN.
so i went home. and my neighbor's door had almost been pried open with a crowbar and pipe. thing is. it was a friend of ours and one of his buddies doing the job. my neighbor happened to come home right before one kid got into his apartment and in time to see our "friend" casing my place.
i called the cops. sure i did. (i do that a lot here.) and reported it. and went back to work. pissed.as.fuck.
and in the clockout line. who would call?
but slayer's dad. that lovely "friend" of ours. and threatens me. because the cops came to his house trying to find his son. and they are both. tweakers. and it pissed me off. more. he wanted to meet me after work. and i told him no. i didn't think so. and hung up.
i had a friend of mine from work follow me home because he happened to have his 38 on him and i had mine at my parents house. no good there.
and imagine. IM-A-GINE. the irony. of slayer. calling 20 minutes after my father has come in to hand my my 38. and to hang for a while. to see if slayer's old man really was what he thought he was. a badass. uhm. not. so, yes. slayer. called.
and. geeked out of his mind. yelled and cussed and tried to explain what had happened and hates me for calling the cops etc. but the thing is. he's only mad because he got caught.
he's lying. he's lying about what happened and i know because i know slayer and there are too many holes in the story for it to be true. and guess what.
i have it recorded.
lovely of me, isn't it?
i just hate it when friends fuck you over. i just. get a little bit. angry. you understand.
so i'm waiting to see what happens. let's see if i have to shoot any one tonight. cause i will. smile.