This, and its easy to meet people wrinkled in obscurity when you do hard drugs. That wasn't the only time I was photographed for money, I actually did a jock strap basket ball shoot for a guy once and came away, it was very uncomfortable doing it, but after that he paid me and we smoked, drank white russians and played xbox at his really nice house. So it worked out. In ten years or so I'm probably going to be on a darkweb "vintage loli boi" porn site
I was using craigslist to find a roomie in austin when I lived in san antonio with my gf and I got hit up by tons of guys, offering me money so I figured since I was doing heroin and needed moar Id use craigslist to my advantage
I don't really do many drugs anymore these days unless they come my way easily so I usually just stick to myself for the most part.
I about 9 years ago I was at the bus stop and some big dude that was tatted up to his neck (prison aryan bro hood type) was there and out of the corner of my I saw him make a jacking off gesture and evidently thats a cruising signal used in prisons to get some on the d/l gay sex, i ig0nored him and pretended like I didn't see that. He eventually started talking to asking if I was homeless and I told him I wasn't I was just taking the bus to go pay my phone bill and he asked how much it was and I told him 50 and he said If I come hang with him for a while at his motel he will give me 60.
Well anyways we take the bus to his motel and he has the weird lil gimp looking old man living there with him that is evidently his "bitch" He seemed retarded like bubbles from the trailer park boys. and we're just chilling drinking a couple brews and he tells me his friend is coming over to drop something off for him. And he tells me to take off my clothes or else he's not going to give me the money, I go ahead and undress and I'm just drinking beer on the bed.
this other big nazi looking mofo comes over and the guy that took me over to the motel is like "isn't he a beautiful boy...?" and the other dude is like "uhhh yeah whatever.." and the guy that came over starts talking about how he is worried that the cops might be onto him for the bank robbery he pulled off.. anyways the two skinhead guys go into the bathroom and start smoking crack.
The guy that came over leaves and its just me and the other skinhead and the gimp. And he's all cracked out and I'm sitting at the table naked in front of him while he's babbling about hell knows what and he offers me some crack and I tell him that I'm fine. And he gets kind of frothy and leans up close to me staring at me crazily and I get really afraid, he's a huge guy, I honestly thought he was going to kill me and he can tell that I'm afraid and backs off.
I tell him that I just don't like crack but I like to do heroin, since he's coming down off the crack it peaks his interest, he said he will go downtown with me to go score. we go to the bus stop and he's so twacked out and nervous (he hid crack from the gimp in the trashcan and he wants to get back at it), he gives me my sixty for my phone and then he gives me an additional sixty to go pickup heroin, telling me I better come back with it.
The bus pulls up and my roomie is on that bus heading back to our place, I tell the dude later and get on the bus, and my roomie is like "whos that guy??" and I just tell him it was some dude I met and was just drinking with.
Anyways I never did bring back the guy heroin, I just wanted to get my money and get out of that situation. About a month later I'm driving my girlfriends car to her work to pick her up and the same nazi dude is crossing the street in front of me at the intersection. I freak out real bad as he turns and looks at me, the light turns green and I just go.
everything about it was so pulp fiction like
But because of this story whenever a gay guy hits on me and I want to fuck with them, I say "hey if I was a faggot I'd just walk to the bus stop"
But yeah like I said I don't do anything like that anymore. It's way to risky and plus I'm not the skinny smooth shaven twink I used to be.
Though whats funny this girl this morning actually text me asking for me to come fuck her (she came over to my place a while back and I didn't do anything to her , she was gross) and was trying to buy me off with beer since she knows I'm an alcoholic, and when I denied her, she then said she would give me gas money also lol. I don't fucking need gas money from her, If she would throw me at least 75 yeah I would do it. You gotta pay for dat Bill Krozby ass
I have tons of weird stories about my life, I've always been told I should write a book. Maybe I will record myself in pieces telling stories then send it to someone that will type it up verbatim and then send that to an editor, then make an ebook.
You never know whats going to happen fam unless you try.
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