OK I have got a good story to put in here, its good or actually great because it involves drugs, fast cars, and ME.
One of my friends I still play hockey with I have been friends with since high school. I was replying to an email of his and for some reason this story popped into my head and I had to remind him of it., Because one he is a school teacher now and married and with kids and all that so its funny to remember us doing this stuff.
OK So I we were like 16 and we smoked pot all the time. The only place we knew where to get weed was from either one of his older brothers friends or drive into the next city called santa ana. There were a few streets in santa ana (lets just call it SA from now on) they call "dime alley". Because you could drive down that street and every mexican on the street would come out to your car yelling "mota, or coca" and makeing this gester with there hands like they were either smoking a joint or touching there nose.. I should prorbably tell anyone thats never been to SA that its almost all mexicans that live there, and for southern california its the ghetto. So when ever we needed weed we would drive up there drive down this one street and a mexican would come out to the car as soon as we turned onto the street and we would say "dime" they usually would just throw a bag in the window, and once you were burnt buy this once you learned to always look what was actually in the bag because one time someone sold us a bag of "front lawn" witch is exactly what its called, it was actual grass from someoens lawn. Not to be racist but the only time we actually bought front lawn it was from a black dude. anyway so after a year or so of doing this we had the system down good, so then one day we needed weed but realized we could only put together about 6 bucks. So we thought maybe if we get all ones and then when he hands us the bag we would just give him the ones all folded up and then take off before he could sit and counr all of them . Well we did that that day and it worked out great we were about half a block away when the guy yelled heyt, but we were then long gone for him to do anything.
so anytime we were short a little cash we would do this stupid trick. Then one day we wanted weed and between like 3 or 4 of us we only had like 3 bucks. So we were so brilliant that we decided to take some coupons out of the paper and make them the same size as money and fold the 3 ones we had around the coupons and hope the guy doenst look at the money right away. Well we were such jackass's we then thought it would be funny to write stuff on the coupons like
"dont you feel stupid now" and maybe a few some of the not so pleasant things people call mexcians on there.
Well at the time my car was the fastes off the line and I think I was the only one who drove there own car and not there parents so. Ok the best part is my car was a 76 brown ford pinto station wagon with a v6, it actually was fast off the line and would burn out if you floored it. SO we decided to go for it. So we drive down the street "dime alley" then the first guy comes out to the car and we say "dime" and he holds a bag in the passenger window and he doesnt let it go he holds the top of the bag so my buddy can just look at it but not take posession of it. so he hold onto the weed part of the bag and hands the guy the money in his other hand and I punch it...... here we go ripping down the street and the guy held onto the top of the baggie so we just have the botton of the bag with all the weed. So we are ripping down this little street that has 15 to 20 mexicans standing in front of every single apartment building there and right as we take off the guy we ripped off yells something and whisltes really loud. Well all of a sudden every mexican on the bloc k behind us and in front of us is running out after us into the street and I am having to swerve around them as they are throwing rocks and bottles and anything they can get there hands at my car, then there is a stop sign in front of us and I jusrt blow right through it and do a huge screeching left turn that basically puts you back into a nicer suburb area of SA. So we got away and went and smoked out and told everyone of our story and it made that weed that much better.
SO me and my buddy were just talking about how smart we used to be...
One of my friends I still play hockey with I have been friends with since high school. I was replying to an email of his and for some reason this story popped into my head and I had to remind him of it., Because one he is a school teacher now and married and with kids and all that so its funny to remember us doing this stuff.
OK So I we were like 16 and we smoked pot all the time. The only place we knew where to get weed was from either one of his older brothers friends or drive into the next city called santa ana. There were a few streets in santa ana (lets just call it SA from now on) they call "dime alley". Because you could drive down that street and every mexican on the street would come out to your car yelling "mota, or coca" and makeing this gester with there hands like they were either smoking a joint or touching there nose.. I should prorbably tell anyone thats never been to SA that its almost all mexicans that live there, and for southern california its the ghetto. So when ever we needed weed we would drive up there drive down this one street and a mexican would come out to the car as soon as we turned onto the street and we would say "dime" they usually would just throw a bag in the window, and once you were burnt buy this once you learned to always look what was actually in the bag because one time someone sold us a bag of "front lawn" witch is exactly what its called, it was actual grass from someoens lawn. Not to be racist but the only time we actually bought front lawn it was from a black dude. anyway so after a year or so of doing this we had the system down good, so then one day we needed weed but realized we could only put together about 6 bucks. So we thought maybe if we get all ones and then when he hands us the bag we would just give him the ones all folded up and then take off before he could sit and counr all of them . Well we did that that day and it worked out great we were about half a block away when the guy yelled heyt, but we were then long gone for him to do anything.
so anytime we were short a little cash we would do this stupid trick. Then one day we wanted weed and between like 3 or 4 of us we only had like 3 bucks. So we were so brilliant that we decided to take some coupons out of the paper and make them the same size as money and fold the 3 ones we had around the coupons and hope the guy doenst look at the money right away. Well we were such jackass's we then thought it would be funny to write stuff on the coupons like
"dont you feel stupid now" and maybe a few some of the not so pleasant things people call mexcians on there.
Well at the time my car was the fastes off the line and I think I was the only one who drove there own car and not there parents so. Ok the best part is my car was a 76 brown ford pinto station wagon with a v6, it actually was fast off the line and would burn out if you floored it. SO we decided to go for it. So we drive down the street "dime alley" then the first guy comes out to the car and we say "dime" and he holds a bag in the passenger window and he doesnt let it go he holds the top of the bag so my buddy can just look at it but not take posession of it. so he hold onto the weed part of the bag and hands the guy the money in his other hand and I punch it...... here we go ripping down the street and the guy held onto the top of the baggie so we just have the botton of the bag with all the weed. So we are ripping down this little street that has 15 to 20 mexicans standing in front of every single apartment building there and right as we take off the guy we ripped off yells something and whisltes really loud. Well all of a sudden every mexican on the bloc k behind us and in front of us is running out after us into the street and I am having to swerve around them as they are throwing rocks and bottles and anything they can get there hands at my car, then there is a stop sign in front of us and I jusrt blow right through it and do a huge screeching left turn that basically puts you back into a nicer suburb area of SA. So we got away and went and smoked out and told everyone of our story and it made that weed that much better.
SO me and my buddy were just talking about how smart we used to be...
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lyrae:
i'll see what i can do.
sugar_on_asphalt:
Holy fucking shit, that's a great story. I work on the outskirts of the ghetto of Santa Ana, so I'm particularly amused by it.