Post by verrat on Mar 19, 2010 12:29:09 GMT -5
It was time to re-up. Verrat had just finished off selling the last of his nug and decided he was going to need some more. He jumped in his car, gunned his engine and took off down the semi peaceful night. It was about 8 pm when he reached the clinic. Verrat shut off the engine, jumped out of the car and locked it up. He walked up to the building when some kid booked out of it. Great, wonder how much trouble that little twerp just caused.
When Verrat walked in everything looked like a regular office. Since it wasn’t his first time there he walked into the door next to the counter and headed down the stairs. When he hit the bottom another man appeared.
“I.D. please” Verrat hesitated for second and drew out his med card. This is what he wanted and Verrat knew it. After the man looked it over he let Verrat him. “Nice to see you again Verrat. Enjoy your time.”
When Verrat opened the following doors a fresh smell of mary-jane hit him. So someone was having some right in the clinic. Must be some good shit not to wait then. He walked up to the counter on his left and a young man no earlier than his thirties was waiting there. Verrat had met him before.
“Hey Verrat. How you doing today? Picking up the usual amount.” The usual amount was an oz. of weed but Verrat wanted a little more.
”Not today Joe. I’m thinking about something more like a pound. You got any of the good stuff in that large of a quantity.”
“Actually your in luck. We just got a new shipment of Grandma’s cookies in today. With that pound I’ll even throw in an eighth of White Widow for five bucks more. We got a deal?” Verrat thought about it for a second and gave him a nod. Joe ran into the back and grabbed the goods and put it into a big enough bag. Verrat threw a roll of bills on the counter and walked out.
Verrat threw open his door and threw the bag onto the passenger seat. He turned on the engine and went to the nearest empty parking lot. When he got that he got out of the car, walked to the trunk, and got out his piece. Dealing was always more fun when you were high. He shut his trunk a jumped back in the car. As soon as he got in his phone rang.
”Hello?”
“Hey. Is this Verrat? If so I need to know if you can hook up a sack?” Well that was sure quick.
”Yeah. Were you at? I’ll meet you there.”
“Well actually I’m right behind you.”
Verrat looked in his rear view mirror and sure enough there was a black pick-up truck. It reved its engine and took off at Verrat's car. Shit. VErrat gunned the engine and took off down the street. Swerving in and out of traffic going at about 80 mph Verrat turned right and took the on ramp to the freeway.
Cruising on the freeway verrat thought he had lost the pick up truck when out of nowhere it flew onto the freeway from the land on the right. Crap, chase was on again. Verrat quickly got off the freeway and drove to the only place he could think of. He drove to the nearest beach. Just as he was about to turn in the pickup truck fishtailed the back of the his car. Verrat lost all control of his car. Sliding across the parking lot he hit the sidewalk and his car flipped.
Verrat came to a little while later. There was a bright light and he noticed a couple people standing next to him. HE finally noticed where he was. He was in the hospital and the people around his bed were a couple cops and a few nurses.
"Verrat right? You had quite an accident. What happened." Verrat explained that he was chased by a black pick-up but left out the part of the weed. There goes about 700 dollars down the drain. The cops gave verrat his wallet back. The cops said they would investigate.
A couple days later Verrat was able to leave. He noticed his car was right in the parking lot all nice and fine. Was it a dream?It couldn't be. It was all so real and he was in the hospital. Verrat thought to think about it later on. He jumped in the car and drove home.
When he got home he opened the door and noticed a briefcase on the table with a note on top. He read the note.
Sorry about the chase earlier. We needed to make sure you would be able to run from the cops if ever needed. There is about $4000 dollars in the briefcase. We took the weed so the cops wouldn't ask to many questions. We also fixed your car as you could plainly see. We will contact you for our dealings with other clients. I will be in contact with you. Just call me Mr. J."
What the heck. What was going on. VErrat opened the briefcase and sure enough there was plenty of money. Time to party. Verrat walked over to the couch and started watching tv. Today was going to be a good day.
When Verrat walked in everything looked like a regular office. Since it wasn’t his first time there he walked into the door next to the counter and headed down the stairs. When he hit the bottom another man appeared.
“I.D. please” Verrat hesitated for second and drew out his med card. This is what he wanted and Verrat knew it. After the man looked it over he let Verrat him. “Nice to see you again Verrat. Enjoy your time.”
When Verrat opened the following doors a fresh smell of mary-jane hit him. So someone was having some right in the clinic. Must be some good shit not to wait then. He walked up to the counter on his left and a young man no earlier than his thirties was waiting there. Verrat had met him before.
“Hey Verrat. How you doing today? Picking up the usual amount.” The usual amount was an oz. of weed but Verrat wanted a little more.
”Not today Joe. I’m thinking about something more like a pound. You got any of the good stuff in that large of a quantity.”
“Actually your in luck. We just got a new shipment of Grandma’s cookies in today. With that pound I’ll even throw in an eighth of White Widow for five bucks more. We got a deal?” Verrat thought about it for a second and gave him a nod. Joe ran into the back and grabbed the goods and put it into a big enough bag. Verrat threw a roll of bills on the counter and walked out.
Verrat threw open his door and threw the bag onto the passenger seat. He turned on the engine and went to the nearest empty parking lot. When he got that he got out of the car, walked to the trunk, and got out his piece. Dealing was always more fun when you were high. He shut his trunk a jumped back in the car. As soon as he got in his phone rang.
”Hello?”
“Hey. Is this Verrat? If so I need to know if you can hook up a sack?” Well that was sure quick.
”Yeah. Were you at? I’ll meet you there.”
“Well actually I’m right behind you.”
Verrat looked in his rear view mirror and sure enough there was a black pick-up truck. It reved its engine and took off at Verrat's car. Shit. VErrat gunned the engine and took off down the street. Swerving in and out of traffic going at about 80 mph Verrat turned right and took the on ramp to the freeway.
Cruising on the freeway verrat thought he had lost the pick up truck when out of nowhere it flew onto the freeway from the land on the right. Crap, chase was on again. Verrat quickly got off the freeway and drove to the only place he could think of. He drove to the nearest beach. Just as he was about to turn in the pickup truck fishtailed the back of the his car. Verrat lost all control of his car. Sliding across the parking lot he hit the sidewalk and his car flipped.
Verrat came to a little while later. There was a bright light and he noticed a couple people standing next to him. HE finally noticed where he was. He was in the hospital and the people around his bed were a couple cops and a few nurses.
"Verrat right? You had quite an accident. What happened." Verrat explained that he was chased by a black pick-up but left out the part of the weed. There goes about 700 dollars down the drain. The cops gave verrat his wallet back. The cops said they would investigate.
A couple days later Verrat was able to leave. He noticed his car was right in the parking lot all nice and fine. Was it a dream?It couldn't be. It was all so real and he was in the hospital. Verrat thought to think about it later on. He jumped in the car and drove home.
When he got home he opened the door and noticed a briefcase on the table with a note on top. He read the note.
Sorry about the chase earlier. We needed to make sure you would be able to run from the cops if ever needed. There is about $4000 dollars in the briefcase. We took the weed so the cops wouldn't ask to many questions. We also fixed your car as you could plainly see. We will contact you for our dealings with other clients. I will be in contact with you. Just call me Mr. J."
What the heck. What was going on. VErrat opened the briefcase and sure enough there was plenty of money. Time to party. Verrat walked over to the couch and started watching tv. Today was going to be a good day.
