There was this dude that used to affiliated to us let's call him Joey, he was known to rip people off. Weak hustles, like staged he got jacked with their money, drugs ect.
One time he hits us up about this bomb acid he can get. We give him the money, and get goes into this hotel to get the acid.
He comes back out with what looks like orange construction paper cut neatly into squares. I'm really skeptical, my three homies with him insist it's fine and I'm paranoid. We drop the acid, and suprise it doesnt do shit. Joey is also "pissed" hes so sorry he really trusted the guy, hes going to help us find him.
Two days later we get a call from my homies cousin. "Joey is over here clowning on you
s, saying you think your hard but he jacked you guys and you're not going to do shit"
So I go over to Joey's apt. He meets me at the door, but I play it cool
"what's good son? Just coming through, thought you'd want to smoke a blunt, chill for a minute" so now he has to let me in or else it's going to suspicious.
As soon as he let's me in and the doors shut all hell breaks loose. I beat the living fuck out the dude, then as hes laying on the ground screaming that "he wouldnt rip us off!" "Why are you doing this to me!"
I notice a baseball bat, and his apt becomes homerun derby, smashed his TV, ps1, lamps, just whatever I could break.
Like a week/two weeks later he come by Victory Park where we all hang out. Eye still swollen, lip all busted walks right up to me and gives me everyone's money. "My bad, I'm fucked up on the Christy real bad I wasnt thinking" then walked away.