Welcome To The Next Level

This is an account of a drug deal gone wrong.

I was living in Greensboro, NC with my friend M (mentioned in the DMT post). He and I are unbelievably close. He’s the friend that you can always turn to no matter what’s going on at the moment. Who if you need to talk, is there. He will drop anything and everything he is doing if I need him to. And I am there for him the same way.

So, I was living with M at the time and had given up slingin because I was getting tired of the lifestyle. M mentioned that with the amount of weed we smoked, we should start hustlin again just to be able to smoke for free. I figured, hey I’m in a new territory, have an amazing hookup, and know a shitload of people here, so why not?

We started dealing, I told him my only rule was that we could only sell weed, I didn’t want to get into other shit again. He agreed and put out his own condition, that we just didn’t deal out of the house.

More than fair.

He knew this kid, Z, from his automotive class at school. He had Z come over one day, we all chilled and he seemed like a pretty cool guy. Knew what he was talking about, wasn’t paranoid, irritating, or anything like that. So we started chillin with him a few times a week, to make sure he was cool and that we really did approve of him.

We checked him off in the books.

He called us late one night and asked us if we could front him and his buddy a gram. We figured he was good for it, and it was just a gram so we said why not. We hooked him up with what he needed and he told us he would get us back the next day. No problem.

So the next day rolls around, and not only does he say he has our money, him and his buddy wanted to buy an ounce.

We told him that would be cool, and we set a meeting place in an apartment complex near M’s house.

When we arrived, Z was already waiting. But something didn’t seem right about the situation.

There were 4 people in Z’s car.

Their car was backed into the spot.

I told M that I wasn’t sure this was the best idea, but he cooled my feelings by telling me we could trust him, he wouldn’t fuck us over, etc.

We pulled in next to Z.

I rolled down my window (I was driving), and told him to hop over in my car.

He said his buddy was the one buying it. He told M to come around to the passenger side, and show it to him.

I looked at M, a look saying I don’t know about this man, are you sure?

He gave me a slight nod, and got out of the car. He made his way around to the passenger side of Z’s car. The passenger door opened, and M crouched down behind the door so that it would block anyone’s view of what was going on.

All of a sudden a fist fly’s from the backseat and makes a solid connection with M’s cheek.

Things suddenly turn into slow motion.

I see M hit, the bag of weed fall on the ground, and the passenger in the car try to grab for it while pushing M farther back.

I hear the car engine start and Z trying to put it into gear.

I spring into action. I wasn’t myself anymore. I was enveloped in an unbelievable, burning frenzy I have never experienced before.

I was enraged. 

I jump out of the car, fling open my back door and grab the baseball bat I have sitting in the back seat.

M starts flinging punches at the passenger of the car, and grabs a hold of his shirt to rip him out of the seat.

The car is put in gear.

M desperately looks up to see if I am doing anything about the situation.

He see’s me, baseball bat in hand, and does the strangest thing.

He starts laughing.

I let the anger take me over, I become one with it.

I slam the bat into the rear window of the car, shattering it completely and hurling broken glass onto the rear passengers.

Z parks the car.

M pulls the passenger out of the seat.

Z gets out of the car. “OH HELL NO,” he screams.

I smash his head with the bat.

I see blood, fly in a spray off to the side, while his body makes a slow decent to the ground.

I look at M, he’s covered in blood from beating the passenger of the car.

Both back doors open and the passengers spring out of the car.

I slam the one coming after me in the ribs with the bat, flinging him to the ground and rendering him immobile for the moment. 

I jump over the back of the car, and smash the other passengers legs as he is trying to get to M.

M has successfully beaten the side passenger to a bloody pulp at this point, and looks at me.

I know you always got my back nigga, he says with a smile. I clasp him on the back and say we need to finish what we started. We aren’t in a hurry anymore, the threat is taken care of. 

I put the back into my backseat again, and walk to the driver. He’s still breathing, but not moving. I kick him in the ribs as hard as I can and spit on him.

I walk to the passenger that came after me. He’s moaning on the ground clutching his side where I hit him with the bat.

“I think you broke my ribs,” he says.

I smile.

I grab a handful of his hair and start punching his face. I don’t stop until he’s blood covered.

I look over at M and he has done the same thing.

We picked up our weed, and check the pockets of all the passengers.

Not only did we get our weed, we also made almost 500 dollars.

We get back into my car, covered in blood and sweating.

We need to get the fuck out of here, M says.

I put the car in drive and we squeal away.

I almost killed a man that day, and we never heard, saw, or spoke to Z or his friends again.

It was complete madness.

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