After I graduated high school in Marietta, Georgia I got an
apartment with a bunch of friends that was
a big fucking shit show in an
apartment complex named Lantern Ridge. I was the only one with an apartment
back then so everybody and their sister came over to get wasted on alcohol and
every drug to known to
man. But this story isn’t about that apartment although I
did meet my roommate that I lived with across the
street from Lantern Ridge.
Kevin was a 35 year old or so black guy from North Carolina and was friends
with the leasing agent of Lantern Ridge’s husband who came over to get fucked
up with us. After the shit
show at Lantern Ridge, Kevin and I decided to move
across the street to Plantation Ridge. Kevin was a cool
ass motherfucker who
loved smoking blunts and getting fucked up with us. He also enjoyed hitting on all
the
high school girls that would come over and hang out.
Plantation
Ridge wasn't much different from my first apartment. It was still the party
house but this
time I lived with a semi-responsible adult that could pay his
bills on time and not a bunch of 17 year old drop
outs. I might have done some
fucked up shit back then but I always had a job and always paid my bills.
Finding
a roommate that could do the same was and always has been a pain in my
dickhole. Kevin didn’t
mind all of the traffic in the apartment since he liked
to get as fucked up as all of us but I’m sure it got to a
point sometimes that
he would get pissed. He never said anything to me but sometimes you could just
tell he
was annoyed. He also had his friends come over to hang out and this
included our scumbag neighbors one of
whom, my friends and I nicknamed
Quasimoto. Don’t ask me why we called him that, we just did. He was
just
another black dude from Chicago that liked getting fucked up too. He would
always just randomly show
up and never leave.
At the time, I was off and on with a girl we
will call “Jewdi”. I'll call her Jewdi because she was and probably still is a
fucking bitch and will sue my dick off if given the chance. But, back in the
day we were inseparable and I loved her very much. To this day I still care for
her and hope she is doing well but that fucking cunt can eat my shit. That probably doesn't make sense to most of you but when you are with someone for so long you
hope they do well, just far the fuck away from me well. She was always over the
apartment because she still lived with her mother who hated my fucking guts. One day, while Kevin was at work, Jewdi and
another couple was over and we got the great idea to watch a porno. Jewdi was
kind of a freak like that but there was nothing sexual going on this time. The other
guy was someone we went to high school with who was half a retard named Jim. He wasn't really retarded but he was dumb as a rock. He would always go up to
girls and hit on them by saying “Hi, I’m Jim” and he always sounded like a
retard when he did it. The only VCR, yes
I said VCR you little twerps, was in Kevin’s room and I didn't see a problem
with going into his room to get our porn fix since I trusted everybody that was
over.
After about a half an hour of
watching porn we decided that we had enough and went back downstairs to do
whatever it was we did. Everybody left and I didn’t think much of it until I get
a call from Kevin the next day while I was at work. He asks me who was in his
room and I told him the story. He tells me that he is missing a lot of money
and I need to get everybody that was over in his room that night over to the
house when I get off work. Knowing that none of the girls took the money and
Jim was too much of a tard to take the money, I agreed since I didn’t take it
and knew I had nothing to worry about. I had everybody meet me at Kroger where I
sold fish to pay the bills and we headed back to the apartment.
When we got there it was a pretty
intimidating sight with about 10-12 older black guys in the house. One of Kevin’s
friends, Corey, decided to bring a backpack full of guns. We knew this because
when we walked in the door he decided to unzip the bag for us to all see. I
still wasn’t worried because I was convinced that none of my friends took the
money and Kevin was a pretty good dude and we could talk about it and figure something
out. Quasimoto, our neighbor was even there and after a little talk with
everybody he decided to take control. Now, Quasimoto was just a neighbor who
occasionally hung out at our house and smoked our weed and drank all of our
beers. He wasn’t really friends with Kevin and he really wasn’t friends with me
so I was a little taken back by him taking control. All of a sudden Quasi
decides to pick up an iron that Kevin had left out when he pressed his clothes
earlier. He plugged it in, heated it up and started messing with Jim by putting
it close to his face, saying “We know you took the money. Just admit you took
the money”. This went on for a while and it started to get serious. I could
tell that Jim was uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do. I decided that
enough was enough and this shit was going to end. I have always said that you
can fuck with me all you want, but don’t fuck with my friends. I wish that my friends
would do the same but I can only think of a couple that actually give a fuck
but that’s a whole other story.
I finally told Quasi to stop and
this just seemed to get him more riled up and I did too. Then, I decided to get
in his face and yell “You wanna know who took the fucking money? I TOOK THE
FUCKING MONEY!!!” Quasi then swings back and slaps the fuck out of me right in
the face with the now fully heated up iron. I fly through the air like you
would see a super hero getting his ass kicked. I seriously flew across the room
a good ten feet and landed against the opposite wall of my living room floor. I
was never knocked out but it took me a good couple of seconds to compose
myself. My first reaction was murder but as soon as I got up I was pouring
blood out of my face, lots and lots of blood. This is probably the only time in
my life that I have decided to call the cops. I had a house full of older black
people who were now all hyped up saying things like “He said he took the money.
Nigga deserved it” and one of them had a backpack full of guns. I rushed over
to the phone making the crowd of people vanish. By the time that the cops got
there Quasimoto had locked himself in his apartment and he wisely wasn’t answering
the cops knock at his door. Even though it was obvious he was inside since they
could see him peek through the blinds, they couldn’t do anything. The dude hit
me with a fucking iron that cut me all the way down to the cheek bone but they still
said that they didn’t have enough probable cause to enter his house. I am no
fucking lawyer but that sounds like a bucket of aids to me.
After getting some basic care from
the paramedics and refusing their ridiculously overpriced ambulance ride, I was
given a ride to the hospital by Jim to get stitched up. As I am getting
stitches from the doctor, retard Jim is talking shit to the doctor about
nonsense. I seriously don’t remember what he was saying but I do remember the
doctor telling me “You know, your friend really shouldn’t be talking shit to me
while I stitch you up”. No shit! I told you this kid was half retarded. I just
saved this little turds ass and took a hot iron to the face for him and he is
talking shit to the doctor that is stitching me up! Fucking dickhead! As I was
leaving the hospital I got a call from Kevin apologizing and him telling me
that he knew that I didn’t take the money and shit just got out of hand. We
both agreed that it was more than likely Quasimoto that took the money. He was
always just stopping over our apartment and sometimes we would forget to lock
the door. I think that he came over one day and just let himself in to find
nobody home and started snooping around. Since he was black himself, he already
knew that black people don’t like keeping their money in banks and he hit the
jackpot in Kevin’s room by checking under his mattress. Call me racist all you
want, you know it’s true. Black people don’t trust banks with their money.
Fact!
A couple of days later I received a
call from Quasimoto in the seafood department at Kroger where I work. He had
been hiding around town from the cops but said he was sorry that it happened, blah,
blah, blah. He said that he wanted to work something out to where I wouldn’t press
charges. Little did he know that I already told the detectives that they were
on their own in prosecuting him. What the fuck were they going to do for me
other than make money off of someone hitting ME in the face with an iron? Fuck
those cops. If they wanted him they should have busted his fucking door down
when they knew where he was. Yeah, he would have gone to jail but what does
that do for me? I still have medical bills to pay and a scar on my face for the
rest of my life. I didn’t give a shit then and I have no regrets today telling
the cops to fuck off. I told Quasi that I wanted my medical bills paid and I think
$1500 for pain and suffering for having a scar on my face for the rest of my
life. He agreed to sign over the title to his piece of shit 1988 Buick La Sabre
or some shit for a $500 down payment. I accepted only because I thought that I might
as well get something out of this scumbag. He had his roommate bring over a
bullshit bill of sale signed by some name other than Quasimoto. I knew his name
back then and knew for a fact that it wasn’t his name or signature but fuck it,
I had a car to rag out. Quasimoto then dipped out of town and I never heard
from him again.
I drove that car around for about a
week before I got drunk and decided to take it to the abandoned parking lot by my
apartment and did donuts with it before it died. We then walked home and picked
up a baseball bat and destroyed it before wiping all of our finger prints off
of it. Who knows where Quasimoto got that car but I wasn’t going to go down for
any kind of shady bullshit he was trying to pull. We left it there in the
parking lot and came back the next day to find it gone. I sure haven’t missed
that car but I am reminded of it every time I look at my ugly mug in the mirror
each morning.
Rest in Peace Kevin! The BBQ is shittier without you here!
Rest in Peace Kevin! The BBQ is shittier without you here!
Interesting read, Quasi can fuck off if you ask me! I try not to get myself into situations with those types of people, though...
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