Confessions of a Fiend: Details of Degeneracy | Mind Your Company
- Thomas Viola
- Mar 16, 2017
- 3 min read
This is part 2 of Confessions of a Fiend: Details of Degeneracy | Pretext and X
So at this point I've been doing and selling X for about a month. Some friends and I got a room at a very seedy extended stay to trap (sell) out of. Twist had the weed, I had the beans, and our boy Red had whatever he could make money off of. We threw a few parties, but in one instance we invited Twist's girlfriend's good friend Blanca over. She called a couple of her friends and we moved a bit of product to them. I was on quite a few Xanax to come down from the beans (pills) and I had passed out while she's cleaning the hotel room. I wake up a bit later, and my pants had been folded and placed on top of the air conditioner. When I put them back on and went into my wallet I noticed $400 had come up missing, and the only place I figured it could have gone was with Blanca. After making a big ordeal out of things, Red tells the girls to strip and we went through her clothes. Nothing. After she gets dressed again we have her leave not thinking much of it except that I really wish I had my money.
Some time in the early morning, Red was out hustling and we're all asleep. Red's girl hears a knock on the door, and assuming it was him, opened it without much thought. Next thing I know I hear "Which one of you niggas is Thomas?" and being half asleep I lifted my head and grunted. I get woken up to getting punched in the mouth by a skinny Puerto Rican guy, with a big black guy at the door aiming a shotgun at us. Confused as fuck I stand up and put my hands up. The Puerto Rican kid said something along the lines of "You fucked with the wrong nigga's sister this is a fucking robbery, where the dope at?". Twist tells him we're just some jits (Young niggas) chilling in a hotel room and we didn't have shit. I had sold out of pills, but Twist still had a half pound of weed so he wasn't entirely truthful. PR began searching the room after taking our phones and a laptop, and all he found was a half a Xanax bar, which is when he said "I thought y'all ain't have no dope" and punched me in the nose. Around this time, Red knocked on the door and was greeted with a shotgun as he walked in. The guys were pretty much done at this point, and ran off into the twilight.
One of the girls immediately picked up the phone and called 911, but Red grabbed the phone and slammed it against the wall (which probably made things worse). I start scrambling to hide anything illegal. I throw Twists backpack behind the fridge and Red's pill bottle into the back of the toilet. When the cops showed up they weren't quite sure what to think. They searched the room and found the empty pill bottle, and came out saying "This bottle has crack cocaine residue in it. Be honest, were you guys smoking crack?" to which we all just looked confused and I said "We're in a crack motel, there's probably one of those in every room". The cops explained how there was nothing they could really do and how we needed to choose better company and settings. To that, they disembarked and we went back in to grab the weed from behind the fridge and smoke a fat blunt to the night we just had.
Confessions of a Fiend is an ongoing series of stories shared by our contributors about their lives. These anecdotes may be embellished or just remembered incorrectly. None of these stories are to be taken seriously even if they did occur.
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