coch's story FINAL CHAPTER ADDED!!!!!

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

PART ONE

Some of the details are fuzzy, but to the best of my recollection, this is some stuff that I went through in the last few days.

Before you read, you might want some background info on me:
http://khakain.com/theboard/phpbb2/viewtopic.php?t=4607
No need to click on that ezboard link in that thread, I've copied and pasted it there.

Well, here it goes. I get a call Monday night from my good friend and former roommate, Leighton. We went to Jr. college together, but we really didn’t become friends until a few years later when I shared an apartment with him and four other guys. We had a three bedroom apartment, and we were all in college at the time. Leighton got me my first real job working at a restaurant where he was kitchen manager, a position that I would be promoted to after he quit about a year later. This story is going to be long if I keep up with the history info, but somehow I feel it is important to the story. Eh, maybe I fill you in a bit as the story progresses. I don’t feel like going into all that here.

Anyway, Leighton is from a relatively rich family in Malaysia. I haven’t seen him since I dropped him off at the airport about five years ago. He says that he owns a sports bar back in Malaysian, and is here on some business. But of course he wants to hook up with me, since I’m the best friend he has in the states, and guess what? He finds out that one of his biz associates has a niece that’s just a few years out of college and holds a teaching job in the county just north of mine. She has a friend about the same age that is a teacher in the county just south of me. What a coincidence, right? BTW, I teach special ed, so I’m thinking at least I’ll have something in common with one or both of these chicks.

So Tuesday Leighton shows up at my place about 6:30PM or so. We take his rental, since he’s writing it off, and head south to Pike county where we are supposed to meet the girls. We pull up to this little house somewhere out in the sticks. Leighton knocks on the door, and this cute little redhead answers. She invites us in and introductions are made. We are then told that her friend has car trouble and we are going to pick her up. Somehow my friend Leighton ends up going to get her, while I’m left alone with the redhead.

She starts off by offering me a beer. I’ve had a past with alcohol, so I respectfully decline. She doesn’t let it go. She’s really bent on getting me to drink. If any man could have looked into her eyes, and denied her what she wants, I would have much respect for him. Her puppy dog eyes, her telling me that a few drinks won’t hurt, what was I to say? Besides, she had Honey Brown, one of my old time favs. And along with the drinks, sooner or later I was going to smoke. A habit I had successfully dropped about a year ago.

We are watching re-runs of the Simpsons when the phone rings. After a few minutes on the phone, she informs me that we are going to meet up with her girlfriend at, what I assume, is her apartment. So we hop in her little car (Nova?) and head north, to Clayton county.

On the way, we stop by my place. A studio type apartment above a two car garage. It’s all mine. I’m rather proud of my little place. So I show it off to the redhead. Somewhere during this time, I hit the internet to check my email, and actually log into the board. I also try to PM Kalim to let him know of my situation, but he doesn’t answer.

We arrive in an apartment complex, that has some rough looking thug-like persons hanging out in some of the breezeways. She leads me to an apartment on a side of one of the buildings, no breezeway. She knocks on the door, and the most gorgeous brunette I have ever seen answers the door. I think right then that Leighton has hit the jackpot.

I find myself sitting on the couch next to the brunette in a small two room apartment. There’s a bowl of punch on a table and some refreshments. For a while we watch TV and drink some of the punch. The punch has golden grain or something in it. It’s really strong, but I don’t think about that, because I was pretty far past buzzed when we left the redhead’s house. Anyway, at some point during the night, my bud ends up going into one of the rooms with the redhead, and I’m left all alone on the couch with the brunette. What a pity. I really don’t remember the specifics of the conversation, but at some point she pulls out a Girls Gone Wild video, telling me that she’s on it!! Can you believe that? She goes to the spot on the tape, and we watch. Is it really her? I dunno. In my state, I believe it’s her. She’s in a bus or motor home talking to the guy holding the camera. Somewhere along here, I pretend that I’m the guy with the camera, and start asking her to do things. All the while, people are constantly coming and knocking on the door to the apartment. She turns them all away, saying that ‘Russ’ or somebody isn’t here. I vaguely remember thinking that was weird, because I was expecting more people to show up for the ‘party’. What was the punch and stuff for? But I really don’t care too much. Who wants a room full of people when I got this gorgeous babe to myself, right?

I don’t remember them leaving, but at some point in time, my bud Leighton, leaves with the redhead. And somehow me and the brunette go to the other room. I don’t really recollect what happened so sadly I can’t fill you in to all the details. I do remember my bud banging on the door to the room calling out ‘Drew! Drew!’ Sadly, we had to go. I remember my bud helping me up the steps of my place. He called me the next ‘morning’ about noon. What a headache! He wants to go to lunch. I tell him sure, it will be my treat. I figure I owe him that much. Much to my chagrin, I discover that my wallet is empty. What the heck??!! I had a few hundred dollars in there. That’s something I don’t recommend, but since my credit is trashed, I’m limited to using cash or money orders for the time being.

So anyway, my friend calls the redhead. She says she knows nothing about it, but we get the brunette’s number. I think it was a cell. I left a message, but an hour later, no response. My bud treats me to lunch, and tells me after his evening meeting, we will get to the bottom of this. He is in a precarious situation, since the brunette is the niece of one of his biz associates. But we meet up later that night. I am intent on getting my money back, come hell or highwater.

I’m going to post the events of the second night, as soon as I can get them typed.

Who Cares · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:13 am Post subject:

Hah, I can't wait.

DAVE · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:19 am Post subject:

Oooh! This could get interesting.

KO_er · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:22 am Post subject:

Ooh, this reads just like a murder mystery! Except instead of murder, there are two hot kleptomaniacs!
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Reitz · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:25 am Post subject:

We're still wating on the body count, actually. I didn't delete your forum, I swear!

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drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

The way I'm gong right now, it'll be tomorrow fore I post the reast.
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drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

.This is going to be longer than I thought. Sorry. I’ll post the other ’chapters’ later.

PART TWO

Chapter One; Our First Visit To Brunette’s Place

A little background info on my bud Leighton. We met in Jr. college. At the time, he was a party animal, and I was the somewhat conservative studyaholic, with no life outside of my schoolwork and the Super Tecmo Bowl league I had going with about 20 people. I didn’t really know him at all our first year, but during the second year, I would sometimes pick him up from work at a Chinese restaurant, where he bussed tables on Saturday nights. He would pay me via tons of Chinese food, my fav. This food brought everybody on campus to our suite on Sat night. BTW, he had to work as part of his agreement with his dad. Even though his father owned a large lumber company in Malaysia, at the time, his parents didn’t dole out the cash. The money flow would come a few years later when we shared an apartment, and he was working on his master’s. Anyway, Leighton got me into weight lifting and we became workout partners for years to come, but we really didn’t become good friends until me and my best friend, Eric, started sharing an apartment with him and two other guys, one from Indonesia and the other from Hong Kong. As I said, Leighton got me my first job I ever had to support myself, at a restaurant washing pots and pans(fun). There I met and became friends with a great group of Mexican guys. Leighton helped me along with other stuff. He was quick to toss his money about, and got me a year membership at Bally's, where we continued to work out.

Now, back to the story.

After lunch, I follow Leighton to take his rental back. He stayed the night with me, and I gave him a ride the next day to the airport. Like I said, we call the redhead, then decided to visit the brunette’s apartment later that night, get my money back, then head to the Mexicans’ apartment for one last night of drinking and eating homemade tacos.

That night, Leighton and I head to the brunette’s apartment in my truck, a Silverado. It is a large truck with an extended cab. Once again I am under the hard stares from several tough looking thug-like characters as I drive through the complex. We park next to the apartment, get out, and approach the door. At this point I am somewhat nervous, but I intend to get my money back. It is a cool night, and I’m wishing I brought my jacket. As we hit the walkway, we see the door open, and a character come out wearing a hoodie. He walks briskly toward us with his head covered, and his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t even look up as we pass each other. We continue to the door, and I knock. A guy with dark bushy hair cracks the door just enough to stick his head out and says, “yeah?” I ask for the brunette and he mutters she’s not there and abruptly closes the door. I turn my head and give my bud a puzzled look. He shrugs his shoulders and steps past me and knocks very loudly on the door. Once again bushy hair opens the door slightly, then Leighton says in a demanding tone that we need to get in touch with the brunette. Bushy hair says that she’s not in, and probably won’t be back till tomorrow, but he acts like he really doesn’t care. The door gets slammed in my friend’s face.

My friend turns to me with a ‘what the hell’ type look on his face. Just then this skinny, smelly, scruffy looking dude walks up behind us. He looks nervous and scared. At first he just waits there behind us like someone waits in line at the grocery store. Once again, I start to get nervous. Things just don’t feel right. My friend turns back to the door to knock, but before he can the crackhead guy speaks up. “Are they in tonight?” he asks all wide eyed like and looking like he’s afraid he’s not going to get his next fix. Leighton figures it out before me, or maybe he already knew, and starts walking back toward my car as he tells the crackhead that they are in. I reluctantly follow.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Let’s go see the mexicanos,” he says as he gets in my truck.

I go around and get in my side. As I get in, I notice that the crackhead is no longer there. My friend tells me that we could call the police, but that I’d probably still wouldn’t get my money back, and would have to explain what I was doing in a crackhouse over night. That’s why we kept getting interrupted the night before. Not only do I not want to involve the police, but I start thinking what if my shenanigans get back to someone at work. Not good. So I start my truck thinking that I’ll never see my money again, but my bud has other plans. As I put the truck in reverse, I see the apartment door open and crackhead comes walking out. I wonder for a second, if crackhead has any money on him. ‘Nah.’

...too be continued. I promise.

Dragonair · Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 1:15 am Post subject:

Going to suspicious places surrounded by suspicious people in Clayton County in the dark of night? Tsk, tsk....there's a reason we moved outta there 12 years ago.

If you don't get yourself shot and don't take the safe way out (never go back there again), it's a guaranteed adventure story, though.

Who Cares · Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 2:45 am Post subject:

This story is working out to be awesome. Coch and his Mexican thugs have an underground war with a prostitution and drug cartel.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

Well, here's some more. I put in a lot of background info, but I think it will help you guys better understand where I'm coming from.

Chapter Two of PART TWO; cochinillo And The Mexicans Reunite

So we get to the Mexicans’ apartment. Man, they are excited to see me and Leighton. I’ve spent many nights shooting pool with these guys in all kinds of Mexican bars and pool halls. So anyway, they are more happy to see me than Leighton, because we’ve spent more time together.

BTW, there’s a pic of the Mexicans on my crummy tripod site.
http://members.tripod.com/cochinillo/pic.html

So anyway, the Mexicans have a little party going on. And it’s in my honor!! Sweet!! It takes away some of the bitterness in my mouth from getting my money jacked. Three of my Mexican friends are brothers, and all of them are from a small community just outside of Guanajuato, Mexico. I’ve watched video tapes of their small town having a Christmas celebration. All of them in the streets, going from house to house singing songs, and getting drunk of course. They seem to have a real sense of community. Anyway, there’s Juanito, Nicholas, Gerardo, Eduardo, and Ubaldo. That’s the order in the pic, if you clicked on the link, only Ubaldo is taking the picture. Juanito, or Juan as we call him most of the time, Gerardo, and Eduardo are brothers. Ubaldo is their cousin, and Nicholas is just a friend of the family. These are the guys that I worked and slaved with in a kitchen for over four years. They did landscaping during the day, then worked till about midnight at the restaurant, and then we went out to the pool halls. I don’t know how they managed. I would often show up for work at about 1:00 in the afternoon, then go to pick them up between five and six. We would usually have a few drinks and eat some supper before we’d all pile into my Ford Ranger and show up just before the nightly rush. This drove my boss mad. But what was he going to do? Fire the whole kitchen staff? Besides, he couldn’t have hired anybody else to do the amount of work they did for such little pay. They are good guys, I can’t say enough about them.

Anyway, it’s been about a year since I’ve seen them, and quite a few months since I’ve talked with them. We are very happy to see each other again. They have a lot of friends at the apartment, and some cute Mexican babes. One of them is Ubaldo’s sister that has just come to the US. She spends most of the time making sure we have a plate of food, a bottle of beer, and an occasional mixed drink. She had beautiful olive skin, lovely dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a smile that made me melt. I got her number from Ubaldo who actually encouraged me to call her, but that’s a different story.

So we spend about an hour drinking and eating and insulting each other in broken Spanish and English, just like the good ole days. Soon Leighton, who speaks much better Spanish than me, informs them of my situation. They are not having any of it. They are going to get ‘Andrés’s’ money back. After thanking Ubaldo’s sister a little too much, we pile into my Silverado and head back south to brunette’s apartment. It is a chilly night, but Jaunito, Eduardo, and Ubaldo insist on riding in the bed of my truck(I guess they like that), while Leighton, Nicholas, Gerardo, and me are in the cab. I feel a bit sorry for the guys in the bed, and drive no faster than 55mph. And this was on the interstate, so we are constantly getting past like we are sitting still.

We pull into the apartment complex, and once again come under some heavy stares. Why are these guys hanging out so late on a cold night? But I don’t care. I’ve got a posse this time, and we are getting my money back!

Reitz · Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 1:06 pm Post subject:

Rock.
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Krono · Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:22 pm Post subject:

So wait... were these chicks prostitutes or just thieving whores?

Of course, most all women are those things inherently, but just to clarify.

Reitz · Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:31 pm Post subject:

Hopefully he'll finish it tonight.
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drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

I'm sorry. There's not that much more to go, but I've been a little busy the past few days. I promise that I'll put the rest of it up this afternoon.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

I'm almost finished. I promise. Just a litle bit more to go. I just wanted to go ahead and post this. BTW, I got a call from the redhead last night. I tell about that a little, in my next post.

Chapter Three of PART TWO

I know this sounds stupid, but as I drove through the complex, I couldn’t help but think about the upcoming game, GTA:SA, and how your supposed to be able to ride with all your homies in the car. Anyway, I pull up and park in the same space we were in earlier. From there we have a good view of the door. While not as drunk as the night before, I still had a good buzz going, and I could feel adrenaline rushing through my veins. We all get out of my truck and sort of gather around the back. Nicholas, Leighton, and I each light up a cigarette. We must of looked sort of suspicious, all standing there behind my truck, but we really probably fit right in with all the other characters hanging around the complex. I wondered how often the police drove through here, if at all. I actually wouldn’t have to wonder for very long.

So Leighton starts talking to the guys in Spanish, and I pick up the apartment number. Then, after a few minutes of silence, Nicholas, who speaks English pretty well, crushes out his cigirette slaps me on the shoulder and says, “Lets go Andrés,” and they, the Mexicans, make their way down the walkway to the apartment. Nicholas reaches the door first and knocks. After a few seconds, the door cracks open, and bushy hair sticks his head out and starts to speak, “sorry, we’re closed-“

Then all hell breaks loose! Nicholas smashes the door open knocking they guy back, and Leighton and the rest of the Mexicans follow Nicholas in. I bring up the rear. At first, I can’t see, but I hear what I assume is Nicholas’s fist smacking into bushy hairs face a few times, and cries coming from him like a little baby, “stop, stop! Don’t!” Now the apartment starts off with a little hallway, with the first bedroom on the right, then the living room kinda off to the right with the kitchen being off to the left. Next comes a smaller hallway with a bathroom off to the left, a closet in the center, and another bedroom off to the right, the one I spent some time in.

I can’t believe what is happening at first. I start thinking that I’m probably going to die or wind up in jail. I couldn't really see what is happening , until I made my way to the edge of the living room to see Nicholas straddling bushy hair, who is on the floor between a coffee table and couch. Nicholas has him by the collar with one hand and is using his other hand to smack bushy’s face. All the while bushy is crying, “please stop” and “please don’t hurt me.” I’m thinking that this is not what was supposed to happen. I only want to get in touch with the brunette, and get my money back. Then I turn to my right and notice Leighton pinning some skinny, freckle face, redhead punk against the wall by the throat.

I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me. I should have heard him coming down the walk(a boardwalk that was raised over some shrubbery), but I didn’t. But the voice behind me, made me jump.

“What’s going on?” asked a very big and hard looking black dude, standing in the doorway. My god he’s huge. I turn to look at what must be about a six foot ten black man standing behind me. He's nothing like the skinny, smelly, scared looking crackhead from earlier that night But suddenly, as if someone else was speaking through me, I say, “We’re closed.”

He stands there for a second and looks me up and down. He can’t see most of what’s going on from his position, but I know he sees me and at least a couple of the Mexicans, and can probably hear bushy hair whimpering. Then he nonchalantly says, “awright,” turns and leaves. I realize I’m not breathing. Once I start back, I walk to the door and lock it shut.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

The Final Chapter

I return to the living room to see bushy hair on the floor crying, and Nicholas just standing there over him, with what almost looks like pity in his eyes. These were just a couple of white, college age, spoiled punks, that were in way over their heads. I almost felt sorry for them. So far freckle face has remained quite, but I can see that he’s pissed his pants. I’m betting that those kids thought they were going to die. Nobody says anything for the next few seconds. The only sound is bushy hairs whimpering.

Finally, I walk over next to Nicholas and tell bushy hair that I was here last night, and somebody took some money from my wallet. At some point in reading this, you’ve probably wondered, how much money am I missing? Well, that’s the thing. I really don’t know the exact amount. I know I started off with $400 in my wallet, but some of that was spent here and there on various items like beer, cigs, and some breath mints. But I round off the sum to three hundred dollars. As I’m talking to bushy hair, freckle face speaks up.
“I thought those were Russ’s pants,” he stuttered, “I was going to pay it back. I promise.”

So I walk over next to Leighton, who’s still got freckle face by the throat and say, “so where is it?”

“Don’t kill me,” he whimpers.

I tell him that nobody is going to kill anybody. And Leighton puts in a “yet”, which makes freckle face start crying tears. I give Leighton a look that tells him that he shouldn’t have said that, and he just gives me a great big grin and a wink.

“Well?!!” I demand, as once again I start becoming angry and lose all pity for the poor punk.

Then suddenly, Leighton grabs freckle face in a headlock, and goes to his knees. This forces freckle face to his hands and knees. “Search him,” Leighton tells me. I don’t know what to do. I’m not used to this sort of thing. Eduardo walks over and grabs the boy’s pants by the belt and starts yanking them off. This makes freckle face start screaming. I think surely anyone out in the parking lot could hear him. I’m also thinking what are they going to do to the poor boy, but after Eduardo gets the boy’s urine soaked pants off, he starts searching though the pockets.

“Please! No!” freckle face is crying, but Leighton tells him to shut the hell up, and he does.

Eduardo pulls out a wad of cash and counts. “Fifty bucks,” he says with a heavy Mexican accent. “Fifty fucking dollars, Andrés,” he says angrily, while holding the money up for me to see. Eduardo leans over into the boy’s face and says, “where’s the rest of the fucking money, bitch?”

At this point freckle face starts crying again, saying that he doesn’t have it. Then Nicholas bends down and grabs bushy hair by the collar again and says “We need three hundred dollars.”

“Okay, okay,” busy hair answers, “please don’t kill us.”

Nicholas jerks him to his feet and tells him to get it. Bushy hair makes his way to the kitchen as Nicholas follows closely. Bushy hair reaches and opens a top cabinet, then suddenly Nicholas grabs him in a choke hold, and as he is slinging him around says, “where?!”

“In the can, in the can!” he gurgles.

Nicholas throws bushy hair to the side, where Gerardo is standing, and Gerardo grabs the guy from behind in a bear hug. Nicholas grabs the can, walks over to a table, and dumps the contents out. There’s tea bags, a big bag of pot, a bunch of small bags of what I guess to be crack, a bunch of empty ziplock bags, and a huge wad of cash. He takes out three one hundred dollar bills. “This is for you, Andrés,” he says as he walks over to me and hands me the cash. I put both that and the fifty dollars into my wallet.

After a few seconds I say, “well, lets go.” Leighton releases the head lock and freckle face falls to his belly still whimpering. Gerardo lets go of bushy hair, and we make our way out. Jaunito, the youngest and shyest one of the bunch, is the last to follow. After he exits the door, he turns, and to me this is the funniest part, he says, “have a nice day, assholes,” and shuts the door.

As we walk quietly back to my truck, I realize what a crazy thing we’ve done. Some of the guys jump in my bed, Leighton opens the door for the other two, and as I round my truck, low and behold what do I see? A police car is cruising through the complex. I get in the truck and start her up. As we head out, I notice some thugs hanging out in the parking lot. One of them is that huge black guy. He just nods his head with a smile, and me, Leighton, and the Mexicans get the hell out of there.

Since then, I’ve went out to dinner with Ubaldo’s sister, Marie. She’s nice, but I’m not sure if I can bridge the language and cultural barrier. Redhead called me last night, wanting to let me know that she and her friend had nothing to do with my money being jacked. From what she told me, brunette’s father pays rent on that apartment, but she sub-leases it out to some friends. I’m guessing Russ was the bushy hair guy, but he really never said. And get this, brunette has a boyfriend. She lives with him most of the time. I think about tracking him down, and telling him what a good girl he’s got. And Leighton, he’s back in Malaysia running his sports bar. I sent him a link to the board, but I dunno if he’ll turn up. We’ll see. And that folks, is all.

Reitz · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 2:56 am Post subject:

Awesome.
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hekkel · **PhD in Self-Medication** Joined: 01 Mar 2004 Posts: 1188

Nice job. Mexican friends come in handy sometimes, don't they?
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KO_er · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 3:03 am Post subject:

Damn, I gotta get me some Mexican friends.
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hekkel · **PhD in Self-Medication** Joined: 01 Mar 2004 Posts: 1188

I have quite a few from working in restaurants. Mexicans are some of the coolest people, honestly. They're incredibly fun to hang out with, and they're extremely loyal to their friends.
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Efreit · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 5:08 am Post subject:

Nice!
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Abuelo RPG · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 5:28 am Post subject:

Bah... venezuelans > mexicans
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hekkel · **PhD in Self-Medication** Joined: 01 Mar 2004 Posts: 1188

Can't say I know any Venezuelans.
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Who Cares · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 5:41 am Post subject:

Hahahah, YES. I need a Mexican posse of my very own.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

I see all kinds of typos now. But I'm not gonna worry about ti.
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Renmauza · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 8:02 pm Post subject:

Coch, that story fucking owns. You rock.

Orky · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 9:51 pm Post subject:

That was pretty ballsy, I'd think people who ran crack houses would have guns.... My friends used to live next to a crack house... Until it got raided.
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(ubone SE KE · Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:52 pm Post subject:

My sister's marrying a Mexican. I'm gonna borrow his posse and do some enforcing of my own.
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drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

Someday I'll tell you about my adventures with these guys.

Toby · Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 7:41 pm Post subject:

I reminded me of that scene in Pulp Fiction.

Say "what" again motherfucker!

KALIMDEL · Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:43 pm Post subject:

HOLY SHIT COCHY ARE YOU MARIO OR WHAT!?!

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

Ha, ha.

No, I'm kneeling in that pic.
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KALIMDEL · Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:54 pm Post subject:

WHAT ITEM GIVES YOU BLACK COVERALS? I REMEMBAR FLOWER GAVE YOU WHITE, BUT BLACK??

Who Cares · Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 9:31 pm Post subject:

Hammer Bro's suit, Kal.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

Actually, I'm leaning over and kneeling, so that I don't block out Ronnie, but I see I put a shadow on him.
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JerichoTFX · Joined: 02 Feb 2004 Posts: 225 Location: Minneapolis

That was a sweet ass story man, even though you posted it about 2 months ago I thought I'd make a comment.

drewnb · **cochinillo** Joined: 21 Nov 1999 Posts: 1640

thx

Can't believe that was back in October. Seems like yesterday.

But in a way, it also seems like years ago.
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