I'm a psychopathic drug dealer
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 11:32 pm
About a moment or so ago, I was chatting with EquALLity on Twitter. I showed her a picture that I drew (which is NSFW, unless you want to see it) . Anyway, she asked why I was drawing such obscene material, and I accidentally spilled out that I had a little to drink. Yeah, yeah whatever, I fucking drink. But so fucking what? It feels good to drink, and it gives me a bit of a buzz. Masturbation feels good, like alcohol. I don't even drink all that much, so a bottle or two every now and again shouldn't be too bad, right? Anyways, that's not the issue here.
EquALLity told me to make a post about this to prove I'm serious about this (despite the fact it doesn't prove anything), and suggested I put the given title. Anyways, judging by the title, you're probably curious as to know about this whole drug cartel situation. But before I get to that, you may be wondering why I told EquALLity about this in the first place, Well, after I told her about me drinking, she joked that I should be smoking pot instead. I decided "Hey, maybe I can tell her about the shit that's happening in my life, and maybe by some off chance she can change me." So I told her that my cousin actually dealt some drugs, and I told her about the Silk Road, etc.. Anyways, those are the 2 sources I get my, say, product from. Anyways, she got into a hissyfit, and after a dialogue exchange, she told me to make a forum post about it, and here we are.
So you're probably asking why I deal drugs, or as EquALLity calls it, "being involved in a drug cartel". I originally told her I did it for my own interests, to, well, just to seem cool, oddly enough. I mean, there probably aren't a lot of fellow drug dealers that do it for themselves. But, to be honest, it's for my family. You see, my parents lost their jobs about a few months ago, and my older brother was getting very sick, with I think was something like the Rotavirus. Anyways, my parents don't have any fucking jobs, and my brother was dying and we don't have any fucking money for any medicine. So, fucked to no end, I thought for a while about what I should do. After a while of mauling it over, I figured that "Hey, my cousin deals drugs! Maybe I can join his clan!" (I didn't think that, but you know what I was saying.) I figured that maybe my Dad or Mom could go seek help from family But it wasn't right away; It wasn't until about a few weeks later my Dad finally decided to go visit relatives to seek financial aid. So we went all the way out to where my cousin, we'll call him Mark, and when we got there, I talked to Ted about managing my own business, so to speak. He gave me the skinny on what the do and all that shit, and even gave me a bit of pot to start off the bat. When I got back, I put my new knowledge into practice. I only sold the stuff to people that were around my age and couldn't beat me up so easily. I actually made about $700 my first 2 weeks! I found a few other sources, so to speak of places to get other product. I actually made so much money I was able to get medicine for my brother and feed the family! My parents asked me where I got the money, and I just lied to them and said that I told my classmates, teachers, friends, and others about our situation, and they all generously gave (yeah fucking right). Anyways, that went on for a while. It got to the point that I had a surplus amount of cash! I didn't even need the money anymore, my parents got new jobs (they made more money and were happier at these jobs, and my brother is back at working at my grandfather' restaurant). By the way, if you're asking why my grandfather didn't give us any money if he has a fucking restaurant, it was because the business wasn't doing so well. We have a Cafe now, as an addition to the restaurant, and now business is doing better than ever.
But I'm getting sidetracked. After the school year ended, I didn't do as much drug dealing, but I did do a little. I only sold to people in my general area. But I still made money! I was still making fat stacks. But I'll admit, I have no excuses for doing this. I don't have to do this anymore, and I know it's immoral, but I'm getting greedy. I have so much fucking money I'm buying so much junk that I don't really need. Oddly enough, I'm getting addicted to selling addictive drugs. There is no fucking way I'm telling anyone I know about this, especially my parents. Guys, I'm serious now.
What should I do? I just don't know. I'm starting to feel a little depressed just writing this, and I'm starting to contemplate my life. Any, and I mean any advice will be helpful.
ETA: What should I do with the left over drugs I'm not going to use anymore? I got rid of my sources.
Thank you highly in advance.
EquALLity told me to make a post about this to prove I'm serious about this (despite the fact it doesn't prove anything), and suggested I put the given title. Anyways, judging by the title, you're probably curious as to know about this whole drug cartel situation. But before I get to that, you may be wondering why I told EquALLity about this in the first place, Well, after I told her about me drinking, she joked that I should be smoking pot instead. I decided "Hey, maybe I can tell her about the shit that's happening in my life, and maybe by some off chance she can change me." So I told her that my cousin actually dealt some drugs, and I told her about the Silk Road, etc.. Anyways, those are the 2 sources I get my, say, product from. Anyways, she got into a hissyfit, and after a dialogue exchange, she told me to make a forum post about it, and here we are.
So you're probably asking why I deal drugs, or as EquALLity calls it, "being involved in a drug cartel". I originally told her I did it for my own interests, to, well, just to seem cool, oddly enough. I mean, there probably aren't a lot of fellow drug dealers that do it for themselves. But, to be honest, it's for my family. You see, my parents lost their jobs about a few months ago, and my older brother was getting very sick, with I think was something like the Rotavirus. Anyways, my parents don't have any fucking jobs, and my brother was dying and we don't have any fucking money for any medicine. So, fucked to no end, I thought for a while about what I should do. After a while of mauling it over, I figured that "Hey, my cousin deals drugs! Maybe I can join his clan!" (I didn't think that, but you know what I was saying.) I figured that maybe my Dad or Mom could go seek help from family But it wasn't right away; It wasn't until about a few weeks later my Dad finally decided to go visit relatives to seek financial aid. So we went all the way out to where my cousin, we'll call him Mark, and when we got there, I talked to Ted about managing my own business, so to speak. He gave me the skinny on what the do and all that shit, and even gave me a bit of pot to start off the bat. When I got back, I put my new knowledge into practice. I only sold the stuff to people that were around my age and couldn't beat me up so easily. I actually made about $700 my first 2 weeks! I found a few other sources, so to speak of places to get other product. I actually made so much money I was able to get medicine for my brother and feed the family! My parents asked me where I got the money, and I just lied to them and said that I told my classmates, teachers, friends, and others about our situation, and they all generously gave (yeah fucking right). Anyways, that went on for a while. It got to the point that I had a surplus amount of cash! I didn't even need the money anymore, my parents got new jobs (they made more money and were happier at these jobs, and my brother is back at working at my grandfather' restaurant). By the way, if you're asking why my grandfather didn't give us any money if he has a fucking restaurant, it was because the business wasn't doing so well. We have a Cafe now, as an addition to the restaurant, and now business is doing better than ever.
But I'm getting sidetracked. After the school year ended, I didn't do as much drug dealing, but I did do a little. I only sold to people in my general area. But I still made money! I was still making fat stacks. But I'll admit, I have no excuses for doing this. I don't have to do this anymore, and I know it's immoral, but I'm getting greedy. I have so much fucking money I'm buying so much junk that I don't really need. Oddly enough, I'm getting addicted to selling addictive drugs. There is no fucking way I'm telling anyone I know about this, especially my parents. Guys, I'm serious now.
What should I do? I just don't know. I'm starting to feel a little depressed just writing this, and I'm starting to contemplate my life. Any, and I mean any advice will be helpful.
ETA: What should I do with the left over drugs I'm not going to use anymore? I got rid of my sources.
Thank you highly in advance.