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| My Reluctant Gangster Past Confessions P1 | Started by: The_Big_K on Aug 16, '17 09:56 |
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I've been reading a lot of threads, some of them OOC, some of them on the Streets, about people's IRL fighting, gang and drug escapades. I know they're not bragging or anything, they're just keeping it real. I'd prefer not to share the stuff that I'm about to share, but I'm just keeping it real, it's nothing to be proud of, I know that, but I just hope someone can maybe learn something from it and understand why I have reservations about people pretending to be bad ass. The School Disco Man, this is hard. But I guess it all started around 1992, that was a crazy year. There was a school disco, and we were maybe 12 or 13 but decided to get drunk. This is painful to recall, so I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. I'm just keeping it real, it's nothing to be proud of, I know that. I got a bottle of Merrydown cider, it cost about £4. That was serious money in those days. I drank all of it and some Martini. Man, it was a crazy scene - none of you will have ever seen anything like it, but I'm not trying to act the big man. It was like Hell on earth. People were being sick, lots of kissing was going on. I was badly sick, so sick that some other kid snitched one me to the feds/teachers. They helped me walk into the assistant principle's office, a real hardass called Dr Murray, and had a bucket for me to throw up into. I didn't tell them ANYTHING, I respected OMERTA. My mum came to collect me and I said I was going to kill them all and we left. They wanted to 86 my ass for that one, but my mum had my back - she said the local newspaper would be interested in how so many young bloods got so WASTED and they locked me up for 90 minute's detention and I had to write an apology letter to every teacher I insulted or threatened. I'm just keeping it real, it's nothing to be proud of, I know that. I hope someone can learn something from this and maybe understand why I play this text based mafia game the way I do. SHIT GETS REAL This is where it gets real big boy shit, man, I wish I didn't have to being all of this up. My homies and me were really into rave music, and we really wanted to score some E. That shit was like £12 a pill, but we eventually got some. One thing led to another, and we really liked it and wanted more. I had the connection, and that dude would hit me up 10 for £90 - I squared my homies up, but still made a good £10 or £20 per score. This was really getting outta control - sometimes I'd buy up to 50 at a time. Some weeks, I'd make double my wages as a part-time crew member at McDonald's. I'm just keeping it real, it's nothing to be proud of, I know that. It's just important that you all know this. My First Pinch This is hard, man, this is really hard. We were really outta control by this stage in our gangster lives. We'd go gangster tripping in my man Stu's mum's car. What a ride! A Rover Vitesse, that thing could move. We'd get our groove on, drinking Gin n Juice, smoking, taking pills and drive around suburban streets, not really very fast, but dude, what a trip. We once raced another guy down a leafy suburban street. Another time we tried to do a handbrake turn and reversed into a hedge. Crazy days. Don't be like this, I'm not bragging, it isn't clever. Anyway, everyone was SHOCKED when we eventually crashed the car, it was a writeoff. I cut my knuckles up trying to punch out a windshield, and we all managed to get out the back window which had broken. Stu broke his finger and we were bruised, but we were tough kids. The feds quickly knew what time it was though, they got hardass on us, asking us this and that. Stu and me, we were tight, we denied everything, but this guy Mike broke, he confessed and started crying, so eventually I broke too. Man, that was bad. I'm not bragging, it isn't clever. I hope somebody learns from my mistakes. We all got warned by the polis - and the school was told. Hardass Dr Murray called up in and shouted at us. I don't think I can write much more, this is tough. Man, maybe I'll continue another day. But this is why I play a text based mafia game the way I do, and it's why I sometimes complain. I'm not bragging, I'm definitely not bragging. I'd much rather people didn't know about this side of me - that's why I'm telling everyone. |
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^This. This is what MR is about. To me anyway. Damn fine read. |
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| Reply by: Indubitably at Aug 16, '17 10:24 | |
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I can't work out from reading this multiple times but I just have to know. Did shit get real? |
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| Reply by: Insidious1 at Aug 16, '17 11:14 | |
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Shit got far more real, 4 REAL. Until you've sold dried out pissed on E powder, you've never been a true gangster |
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| Reply by: The_Big_K at Aug 16, '17 11:16 | |
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Wow! so deep man, you really spiralled out of control. I appreciate the sharing of your young traumatic experience, i know your not bragging. But damn son, your bad-ass. Am sure we all can related somewhat from it (although not as menacing), i defiantly learnt something about myself today. Am not as hard as i thought i was. Thank you Big K. |
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| Reply by: VM_Varga at Aug 16, '17 11:20 | |
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If the kids learn from my mistakes, then it was worth it. I'm not bragging, but sometimes, when playing a text based mafia game, it's important to discuss at length your own criminal past, even if it makes you seem dangerous and big time. I hate that I've had to reveal that I'm more dangerous and exciting than ALL of you, but it's important. It's like when Teq came out as bisexual, that was brave. |
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| Reply by: The_Big_K at Aug 16, '17 11:25 | |
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