The disabled drug dealer
It happend about 10 years ago when I was running with a bad crowd. One of my buddies told me that he wanted me to help him rob a drug dealer than was coming up from NY to get some weed.
…reached over the seat and grabbed the dealer. I punched and punched and punched the guy while another guy went through his pockets…
I hid the back of the Explorer and waited until the dealer got in the car. As soon as I heard the pre-arranged code word, I threw the blanket that was covering me aside and reached over the seat and grabbed the dealer. I punched and punched and punched the guy while another guy went through his pockets. The driver drove down an alley and I opened the rear door to push the dealer out. I pushed him out the door and watched him hit the ground. I tried to shut the door but something was stopping it from closing.
I looked down and saw a prostetic leg jammed in the door. I pulled it out and threw it back at the dealer who was on the ground yelling, “give me back my leg!!”
I feel bad for the guy. Bad enough to have a fake leg, even worse to get robbed.
I worry about “Carma”, but since this guy was a drug dealer, I should be okay.
I hope.
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