Alriiiight. So ever since I was a little kid, I’d grown up being told my mom just skipped out on me and my dad. I never questioned it, until the day I turned 18 and got a call from my half-brother (who I did not know I had) who said my mom wanted to talk to me. So I’m not knowing what the hell to think, but we agreed to meet up the next day at the HEB around the corner from my place. Well I tell the Pops and he doesn’t sound too enthusiastic, and tells me we got to have a talk, and this is where the story gets a little weird… So he tells me back in the day he was running tons of pot. From South Texas all the way to Chicago. He’d just finished a deal and was headed back to the airport in South Bend when they decided to stop for a drink at a strip joint, and there’s where he met my mom. Being a stripper, she was naturally drawn the large amounts of coke my dad was chopping up and the big wads of money in his pocket, and it didn’t take much for him to convince her to move back to Austin. My dad had got his start loading and unloading trucks of pot at night by the Rio Grande, always remembering to throw a box behind a bush to come back for later. Eventually he got to selling the shit on his own. His big break came when my aunt’s friend hooked my dad up with her cousin, who happened to be the biggest damn drug dealer in the region: Moreno. Moreno fronted my dad an assload of weed, and he got rid of that shit in 2 damn days flying it up north. Moreno was so damn impressed he gave my dad a horse. My dad was a fucking little weasel though. When the pot was running low because of the seasons, he would go cattle rustling and sell the beef at auction. When going over a deal with somebody at a motel, he would tell them “Hey, I’ll go ahead and step outside for a bit so you can discuss this.” Then he’d step into the room next door and get on his eavesdropping equipment listening in on “How much should we ask for?” “I don’t man, but we can’t go over a hundred grand,” When he’d come back in and they’d ask how much, he’d be like “I don’t know, but I can’t go lower than a hundred grand…” Anyways, he wound up getting too coked out eventually. My mom told me he could write a book on how not to deal drugs. He got so coked out he thought the Feds were going to bust him any minute, and he wanted to burn about 500 lbs of weed he had in the garage. My mom convinced him not to, so he got to tossing it over the backyard fence into a field. By the time he got all the boxes thrown, he’d come down off the shit and was less paranoid, so he realized he needed to throw it all back. Anyways, my dad goes down and my mom takes off with me. She didn’t expect him to get out of jail, but he makes a deal and does. So he gets my mom and kidnapping, during the trial she’s honest about her past and my dad’s not, making himself out to be squeaky clean. So he gets custody, and since he’s pissed that she tried to double-cross him kicks her out of the picture threatening to get my half-brother taken away from her if she ever came around again. There's a lot more to it all, like the guy my dad met with the lion that they used to help collect debt. The horse races, meeting Mic Jagger, Master Blaster the pilot, Zurdo the wise ol' Indian growing the pot in the mountains of Mexico, Big Bubba who saw a Harley he would like and pick the bitch up into the back of his truck... Better than the Sopranos, my dad's story is.
Much as I hate to bag a KISS fan, particularly one that quotes from the Destroyer album, that is a truly shithouse first post. You've gotta come in stirring things up, knocking things over and generally being an abusive fucker. Because you're going to wear eight colours of shit from everyone here either way. May as well throw some back. Cock.
You ever notice how if you go fishing at any large lake that has a dam and sit around with the fishermen and they all start telling stories. Invariably the one about the dam worker seeing catfish as big as a Volkswagen is told?
There was a guy named Doc Otis who was the one of Moreno's collectors. My dad was taking a little longer than usual to get that money back, so the Doc stopped by my house looking for the my Pa. My mom wound up answering the door, and told him my dad wasn't there. He asked if he could use the phone, and my mom who was scared to death of this guy told him the phone didn't work so he wouldn't go inside. So he left. A little while later the phone rang and my mom answers it, and the Doc says "Don't ever lie to me again," and hangs up. I guess it really stuck with her. Moreno makes good carne guisada, too. He stayed at the home for a weekend to check out what was going down in Austin. There was a private horse race going on for some of the most powerful drug lords in the land. My dad and his buddies had their horse there, one of Moreno's. Well one of the drug lords was pissed off with the outcome of the race, and accused one of the jockies of tugging back during the race. He got pretty pissed off, blew the jockie away, and demanded a new race with a new jockie. They dragged the old one off to a ditch nearby, and my dad and his friends took off early. About Mic Jagger, Mic's girlfriend was big into horses and racing and loved the beasts, and they'd stopped by so she could check 'em out. My dad was going to the stables his buddy Eddie Sanchez managed, and saw Mic and his girlfriend on their way out. When he got inside and found Eddie my dad asked, "Man you know who that was?!" Eddie said "Naw, who?" My dad was like "Man that's Mic Jagger! You know, from the Rolling Stones?" to which Eddie replied "Oh yeah? Reckon he has any money [for a horse]?" This migrant ass motherfucker had never heard of the Rolling Stones, he only gave a damn about country music and was wondering if Mic Jagger had money to buy a horse.
i was just trying to see what my first post lookd like so that if i needed to change anything i could. i just typed in the first thing i heard in real life. i honestley didny read the topic sorry we got off on the wrong foot grape ,chester guy. sorry i forgot ur name
i was just trying to see what my first post lookd like so that if i needed to change anything i could. i just typed in the first thing i heard in real life. i honestley didny read the topic sorry we got off on the wrong foot
i was just trying to see what my first post lookd like so that if i needed to change anything i could. i just typed in the first thing i heard in real life. i honestley didny read the topic sorry we got off on the wrong foot