I park in around the block as instructed, the last time I was at Mash's house his dad tripped out and pulled a hunting rifle on me because I said some off the wall shit while on a bad acid trip. Problems avoided, I park up the street and climb through the basement window into the realm of Mash. It's a strange magical domain shrouded by an absence of drywall. I arrive after sunset and Mash is just waking up to a coffee cup full of stale steel reserve and non narcotic cough syrup. We shoot the shit for 15 minutes before we get down to business. Our business is smoking freebase cocaine and having a rap battle to the death and business is good. We smoke the cocaine though a car radio antenna that Mash has cracked off of his neighbors fully restored 1975 Olds Cutlass.
I exhale a fat toke of the freebase cocaine and me and Mash proceed to rap battle for a little bit. The cocaine loosens my inhibitions and the free style raps seem to come out of me effortlessly. Mash how ever is a talented musician with years of freestyle rap experience. Needless to say he totally roasts me. I begin to fiend for another blast of crack but Mash has hidden it away, when I ask him to break out another pair of hits and he calls me a leach in another freestyle rap. I get pissed and I sucker punch him in the side of the head.
Somewhere between two 24 oz steel reserves and a couple hits of crack skinny little Mash has learned to fight like an animal. As soon as my sucker punch landed Mash was hissing and swinging below my belt. I land another shot, this one firmly in his temple. He acts like he's going down, but instead takes a knee and uppercut blasts me in my testicles. Wide eyed, I buckle over, in such sever pain that I'm having trouble catching my breath. With a quickness Mash busts me between the eyes with an empty malt liquor bottle and I'm out. I try to open my eyes a few times but blood has pooled over them and coagulated.
I lie on the cool basement floor for a few hours coming in and out of consciousness before Mash awakens me and helps me remove the blood crust from over my eyes with a pile of Arby's napkins and a bottle of water. I apologize for sucker punching him and he says he's sorry he took it so far, and that he doesn't know what had come over him. He reaches into the blue plastic cooler we were keeping the beers in and hands me a chunk of ice wrapped in a dirty shirt. We share the last steel reserve and smoke a couple roaches he found in a shoe box under his playstation.
Do the shooting wearing a morphsuit and when the cops have the building surrounded simply take off the suit, shoot yourself in the leg and shout "HE WENT THAT A WAY!" when the cops rush in.
Originally posted by RestStop
I'm willing to bet no one stole shit and you just tore your whole suitcase up yourself and were too fucked up to remember it.
No actually I was waiting for my money from the job I quit to come in and I had nowhere to go because everyone hated the meth user so I had to sleep outside with everything I owned and any time I left to go get a coffee or something more and more shit would be gone.
I started sleeping with a knife because one knight I woke up to a bunch of kids trying to grab a suitcase I was using as a pillow right from under my head as I was sleeping.
And then the skunks moved in and took over my neighborhood so I abandoned pretty much everything I owned and fled the city
Originally posted by apric0t
left the power brick and phone charger though, huh? fuckin amateurs.
Or just stab a bunch of people until the police come and have an epic fist fight with the cop where he disarms you and you go "KILL ME YOU FUCKER JUST DO IT!" and he simply just wrecks you with a baton and cuffs you and you get life in prison where you just want to die ASAP so you pick fights with the biggest baddest gang members and don't blink an eye when they shank you, you fight the entire prison and spend years in solitary where you reflect on your life and suicical ideations and realize you were never meant to die, you were meant to fight and kill so you try to redeem yourself as a prisoner and do your best to qualify for parole and get out in maybe your late 50's or 60's and when you do get out you will either try to integrate yourself back into society and make up for all that lost time or say fuck it and break into a daycare and rape like 10 children before dying in a blaze of glory with dynamite and stuff.
