missinmee11

Yes, I believe you have hit upon the reason why drugs and violence are so tightly linked.. obviously if someone steals your sack, you don't call 911. Most people I've met with similar experience seem to go on and on with stories of how they kicked ass when someone tried to rip them off, or how they beat the shit out of someone who tried to burn them, etc.. I'm not going to BS anyone, cause that's not me. Truth is I'm a small somewhat nerdy dude, don't like guns or violence. So, unlike most short dudes, I don't have that short-mans complex. And I was straight up with all the people I did business with, and put it out there just like that. I'd say 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' But, I'd follow it up with some philosophy about lions, tigers and bears being able to rip any man to shreds, yet it was man who ruled this planet. And, the reason being because the biggest muscle was the brain. I just let it be known that despite everything about me seemingly an easy 'mark' it would be a mistake for anyone to act against me because I didn't come into this game thinking I was going to go around kickin' ass, but I have put great thought into the matter, so anyone who tried best just kill me. I would also remind them of the value of the bag, how much people were willing to do for it, and how easy it is to buy the loyalty of their own mother, if they're mom were a user. Oddly enough this worked extremely well, and I kept above average respect, with only one person trying to burn me the whole year and a half I kept this level of business.

Well, your not antagonizing me in the least, however the details of my case may cause you to reevaluate your opinion. I was approached in my car by an undercover officer who looked like a big biker dude. He pointed a gun in my face, and said 'gottcha now mother-fucker'. In my hearing, he admitted on the stand to NOT wearing his badge on the chain around his neck like most under-covers do. I made a instant flight or fight choice. Put the car in gear and stepped on the gas, all the while looking out my side window at the gun in my face. I was unaware of another undercover standing in front to the right of my car and hit him sending him flying up into the windshield. He hung there for a moment and shot at me through the windshield. I was lucky and only got shot in my wrist.. Months in jail and their 'deal' came down no further then 8 years 4 months at 85%. I started trial, and they came back at me with 4 years 8 months at 85%.

No, in my opinion most are not.

Yeah, ok but I will blame the voice transcription software. I couldn't type all this shit, I got shot in my wrist.

I got shot in my right wrist. I jerked the steering wheel pretty hard probably when I got hit, and the officer flew off. I continued to tare out of the parking lot, and didn't even realize I was shot until I went to shift gears. Something felt strange, and I looked down and seen that the palm of my hand was completely laid back on my forearm. I freaked out, and ran into a curb pretty hard, but it didn't slow me down too much. I actually drove about a mile, and was making a left turn into a hospital, when I got trapped behind a bus in the turn lane. I was sitting there holding my wrist trying to keep it from bleeding, as it had hit the artery there and was quite a gusher. I remember feeling kinda' light-headed and woozy and looking in the rear view mirror, and seeing the whole street filled with flashing lights.. and remember thinking, 'oh good the police, I'm not going to die' haha! They ordered me out of the car and kept yelling 'where's the gun, where's the gun' I said I don't have a gun you ass hole, Im the one who got shot. Wasn't till after I got into the hospital that I knew it was the police who shot me, and that I had run one over. I was originally charged with attempted murder on a police officer.