the woodsmaneh chronicales or how the fuck did I get here

[woodsmaneh]

So I'm just one of those guys that has shit happen wherever they go, most of it is great and some of it would stop your heart. This is a recent story of how helping out a friend of a good friend almost got me 15 to 20. It's true but I have changed the names and places. I'm not going to tell you what happened till the end but if you know what the big deal is let me know. How did I get into this spot, well I have some great skills and that's what this called for. So I go for a ride and on the way stop in to see a guy who is a buddy of my good friend, he owns a bunch of businesses and and is a good guy. I have ridden with him over the years and drop in to bullshit with him when I pass through town. So I drop into the shop and he asked me what I'm doing for work. I says I'm retired and do some hi-tec consulting when beer gets low. He says lets get a beer, right there I should have turned and ran, fuck me! So over a beer he tells me his son is dying from cancer, his employees are stealing from him and his wife is a basket case and he's going to kill himself, if he can't find someone to run things, all true it turns out. Sooooo he says he had asked a couple buddies if I know about shit and all things came back I'm cool. Now what are the chances of finding someone who knows all about bikes, head shops, hydro shops, tattoo and piercing shops, plus has been a CEO of a multinational company to boot. Yup that's me plus I'm a builder. So he said I need to meet his wife, she wanted a police background check, I said knock yourself out, and the next day I stared working for the Family (little did I know) I showed up at 10:30 to meet him and get the low down. He came in gave me a key, introduced me to the local staff and said I could put it all together with my background and just left. I did not see him for 3 weeks but I did see his family. First son I had the pleasure of meeting was the oldest and the nice one. He was opening a business in one of his dads buildings, one of these days. Came in to get cash for his business, 400$ one day 700$ another and so on. The 2 daughters were great I can't believe they come from the same parents as the boys. So one a day to day I ran the head office and shops in one city and drove to the others on different days. what did we do

Custom Bike shop, Harley shop, not a dealer. I was a bike for a number of years and have raced for some of the big names. I have always worked on bikes.

Hydro shops, well you know why if you know me. I know a little about growing

Head shop, dam I got one of everything, know all about that shit

Tattoo and piercing, don't know shit about it but learned fast.

Sex shop, yup got that covered

Now he has shops in 5 cities and does about 20 million so it's not a mom and pop shop, it is but big $$$$

For me it's a dream job, bikes, growing, sex toys, tat's and piercings. So first week went well and started to get a feel for the shop, it's weird, I got no time for heavy drug dealing, but here I am selling size 15/15 bags for coke or crack or what ever the fuck. Had the tattoo guy borrow a set of scales from me, and give it to his dealer who goes in the can ,comes out in a couple min, gives the scales back to me and says if you need anything I'm your guy. WTF I'm the Boss and your pulling this shit in the shop!!! so working in the hydro shop and after a few weeks there is always 3 or 4 people a week come into the shop looking for the boss, he's not coming back for months. They leave and come back at some point, next day an hour of a week but they came back and said they got clones or weed from him or what ever. I should have run at this point but it gets much better. So I ask the owner Stimie what the fuck is going on and he blows it off. I know he sells weed and clones that's no secret from anyone. So I just say can't help you. But people kept asking and demanding I hook them up. I should have known better, I know all the hydro shop owners and 80% are doing shit on the side. So back at the ranch were selling all kinds of shit to make, mix or transform weed. Bricks of shit for making repress hash, cut for coke, chemicals, and bullshit nutrients. So the young guy who does tats and piercings thinks I'm cool for an old guy and we go for beers and smoke joints after work. I'm working in the head shop and I get a call over the system to assist Billy Bob the young tat guy, sooo off I go and walk into the tat shop and go in the back and there are 2 drop dead gorgeous chicks maybe 20 one in the chair no top one and I stop dead in my tracks looking at her tits and he say's Melinda has agreed to let you practice on her, I'm learning the business now for fucking sure. he says to me to freeze her nipples I'm fucking rooted to the spot and she says you never seen tits before, I'm looking for a snappy answer and shes say come on and do me. Fuck I'm getting a fucking woody on, and Billy Bob brings me the cream and q-tip. Well I got it done and they laughed with me for days after that.

To be continued....

 

[ttystikk]

And as the days go by, the water holds me up...

Once in a lifetime, by the Talking Heads

Working a soundtrack here...

 

[midwestdensies]

Hellz ya. Life can get well interesting when you know what's up.

 

[budm]

I generally agree with Harley slogan something like "It's the ride, not the destination". In this case, most definitely! Sit back, hang on, and enjoy the ride!

 

[sixstring]

come on woods,need more story here :nailbiting:

 

[woodsmaneh]

So I have been running the company for about a month now and every day is a different life story. We sell shit for masking or flushing your system for drugs. We would sell 1 to 5 a day in the different stores, we had stuff for everything, shampoo to strip your hair, (does not work and hair test can’t be beat) why do you think some stars shave their heads and all body hair, can’t test. Do they work sort off some of them. I buy the wissanator for my son’s. So one day a woman walks in and tells me she is pissed at the store for selling her shampoo that did not work and now she has lost her kids for another 3 months. Like is my fucking fault lady, anyway said I was sorry and would look into it. That’s how I learned a hair test can’t be beat. I called the supplier and gave them shit for getting people’s hopes up and they had their specialist call me. The fucker knew nothing I sent the shit back and got our money back. So not much happening and I’m in the piercing shop and this lady walks in and says I need a new bar for my piercing so I say’s what size and she say’s I don’t know, but I can show you, at this point most people reach out their hand and show you. But O No not this 350 pounder she pulls down her top and hauls out this monster breast now I do a quick look around to see who’s around, close one just me and her, now a great big boob the size of a watermelon is BIG buy the black hairs growing out of the things was just too much for me, I said out loud holy fuck give those puppies a trim, I don’t know what made me do it, she looks me in the eye and says, if I ever got hold of you, all that would be left of you would be a beard and a wet spot on the floor. I sold her 2 new studs. So the boss has been in and out of the shop a couple times a week now and I’m getting updates on the cancer and he’s having some odd meetings in the different shops and then one day he comes in and is acting sketchy, and he pacing and wandering around the shop. A guy walks in and walks up to him, this guy looked fucked up and as he walks by me he pulls out about 20,000 in cash and drops it on the counter in front of my boss, he looks at me and I away and he drags this guy back into the bike shop, I guess he left by the back door. So I have been here 2 months now and there are strange things going on and I’m not quite sure wtf is going on. I get a call one day from one of the other stores and turns out the bosses son has being playing boss and not everyone is happy and by the way the tat guy is smoking weed in the basement. The boss calls me and say to load my truck with about 5,000 worth of lights fans and filters ect and meet some guy in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, late at night and give it to him. OK it’s just a delivery, right. Spring is coming, the shop is filling with the families of the employee’s, wtf is going on, now these people don’t have much but get the fuck out of the shop and quite using the computers for your facebook and phone for personal calls. I’m talking 8 to 10 family members hanging out for hours drinking the free pop and eating like locus. Get the fuck out and stay out, and by the way your fired, lousy tats with repeat come backs and doing deals in the can, his family …. People are still coming in looking for weed and clones. So the T cell treatments are starting to work, and his son might have a chance, the son comes in the shop and he’s light sensitive, so has a big hat and towel over his head and in his Pj’s he’s in his early 20’s. He looks like he’s dying, very sad. The girls in the sex shop are always trying to shock me anyway they can, walk by me in an outfit you can see through or in leather, always asking me to put batteries in the vibrators, people spend a ton of money on shit.

 

[woodsmaneh]

Part 3

Well spring is coming and the hydro shops are getting busy, I noticed we were selling some black bottles label with photocopied Brand name labels? So I ask the owner and he says they ran out of the small bottles so he had the employees pour large ones into smaller bottles. I smelled a rat so took some home and did some test on it and it was full of chunks. Next day I go see him and say bullshit, and he says it’s made by the same people that make the original stuff blab la bla. So I said were not selling it anymore full stop. He was pissed but I said it goes or I go. Me and the staff poured it all out in the back yard. Caught him doing a couple things like that! So we get some good news his son is doing well and responding to the treatment. Well you could see the difference in his son the moment he walked in, day and night. He starts coming into the stores more often and chatting with me. I tell him about some of my experiences in the store and two woman about 26 come in and they are hot, never seen them before and they have sun dresses on, nice warm afternoon. So you got this 24 year old preppy and this old biker guy standing there and the blond says I need a new ring for my piercing and I’m being all professional and says what gage is it, she says I don’t know so I says do you have it here and she says yes yes and as she’s saying it’s in my woohoo she pulls up her dress, she’s calando and opens her lips and pulls on the ring, I thought the young lad was going to have a stroke, he just stared saying OMG, OMG and kind of moving from one foot to the other, I’m just drinking it all in and the other woman with her says, you always are looking for attention go in the bathroom and take that out, so she turns around and back to me and she has it in her hand and holds it out to me, I’m thinking get a glove on but before I can say anything the young lads hand is right there and she drops it into his palm. So now he’s not just saying OMG he’s saying OMG can you do that again, OMG can you do that again, he’s all red and sweating. So turns out they are gay and they buy some stuff and as there leaving the young lad says “thanks for the best day at work ever, I say come back soon. So the young lad is a little odd in a number of ways, I’m still trying to understand what’s going on. So we have a woman’s night in town and the sex shop is crazy, groups of ladies coming in and having a drink and tons of fun. I’m hanging back and letting the ladies do their thing and I notice a lady standing by the pop cooler just about 3 feet from the sex shop. I go over to one of the ladies that works for the store and say what’s up with her so she says she’s shy and gives me a whip and a couple free samples of tasty sex creams to go over and warm her up. Well those bitches set me up, she was a nun in street clothes, I was so embarrassed and just wanted to crawl under a rock. So it’s a nice day and I cross the street to get a drink and I’m standing at the light and I see the owner walking to his truck, there is a guy walking up the street behind him and he yells at the owner who turns around and he looks pissed. The guy walks up to him and reaches into his pockets and pulls out stacks of cash and is giving it to him on the street, it took two hands for him to carry all the cash. They did not even look around and never saw me. He got in the truck with his wife and drove away. So one morning I’m in early and hear some noise in the bike shop and go have a look. It’s the boss and a buddy arguing about something, I walk in and they stop for a minute, then the guy says to my boss well what did you think was going to happen, you gave him an 8ball there is no fucking way he will show up for work this morning or for the next 2 days. I turned and left and decided to clean up the parts room. So I’m cleaning up the room and in an old pizza box I find 6 oz of mushrooms. WTF so I go see the boss and he says a guy owed him money and gave them to him. He never asked me about them again? So I took them home. There are still people coming in and asking for weed and plants, by now I know who is selling what, they all buy their bags and scales and cut from the stores. So there is this guy who comes in couple times a week and he’s 22 maybe and a good lad. Stoned out of his tree most of the time and like most dealers spends his money on stuff, that’s why he comes here. So on day he’s crouched down in the store looking at a bong in a glass case, this older man comes in and walks up behind him and kicks him in the ass his head goes through the glass and all hell breaks loose, the kids head is cut in a few places, turns out it’s his dad so no cops. I don’t think he meant to kick him so hard. So the small store does about 1000 to 2000 a day most days than we get to the first of the month and in two days we do almost 10,000$ and I’m like what happened, turns out the welfare checks and disability checks arrived. They pour into the store and buy all these pieces of crap they can’t afford, get piercings and tats they can’t afford, it’s a fucked up world. I really learned not to judge people working here, it’s so sad. Talk about making money, we sell crack pipes for 7$ and buy them for 20 cents each. The markup is crazy on headshop stuff. 100 to 1000% on most of it. Hydro stuff is 25 to 50% most of the time. So I just finished carrying in 30 big bails of Pro-mix and I’m outside just about to lift up the pallet from the sidewalk and I hear some Harleys pull up. As I go to life the pallet up I give out a grunt and I hear hay old man let me get that for you I do it all day. I stand up turn around and am about to tune someone up and I’m looking face to face with a 6.2” 300 pound lady, sort of. So I say no thanks I need to keep this swimmers body in shape, she says been a long time since you been swimming from what I can see. So in the store we go and she had us laughing so hard, she was a dike but the lady riding with her likes cock for some reason. Yup people talk like that, so after some pix with her arm around me they were on their way. I go back into the bike shop and the owner comes in all excited and tells me to follow him outside. So the store is right on the main drag, LEO up the street 2 blocks, the best takeout next door to us, all the cops go there, sun shining it’s 1:30 and he takes me over to his truck, right in front of the store and reaches into the back of the box and there are maybe 10 big garbage bags. He rips one open about a foot and inside all these baggies full of weed. He then opens one and hands me a hand full of weed on the street, I’m freaking out and say let’s get back in the store. Fuck that was just insane. The weed was so so. Now over the months I’m making these late night deliveries to his buddy’s and sometimes I come in the hydro store and it’s half empty, so I call him and he says it’s all cool, forget about it. Well he and the family are away for the young lads treatments and this sketchy guy comes in and says he needs some cut. He’s fucked and real nerves, kind of like a tweeker. I just want him gone so I say we don’t have any and he’s like yes you do yes you do. I’m no I don’t so he says I’ll show you where it is and goes back in the parts room and digs into a box in the back and pulls out some buff. Holy shit I did not know that was there so he’s you got to give me some the boss knows it’s OK blab la. So I just want to get him out of the store so I give him 10g and away he goes. A week later the boss comes in and tells me I caused him a problem by selling the buff to that guy. He used it to bur some local people and that fucks up my business. Don’t do it again. OK more strange shit going on. Well between women showing me their boobs and other parts for new piercings and the regular day to day stuff it’s real interesting. Fall is coming and I’m getting worried about the coming and going at the shop and some of the products we sell so I decide to go see my lawyer and get his reaction. He told me to not do a couple things like sell cut for blow and a few minor things but all was good. The next day I was going to sit down and have a chat with the owner, that never happened because the next day was Armageddon!

 

[Chronic Monster]

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[woodsmaneh]

Part 4

Now it gets real interesting and even stranger, I get to work and it's a nice day in the fall and I'm thinking, good day for a ride, call some buddies up and head out, you know that's the one thing I never needed to explain was going riding, everyone understood. The boss road all the time and would call me and say take the day off were going riding. So I'm sitting there and the phone rings, I answer it and it's the boss, now there are a lot of things I did not mention, like buying stuff from salesman, bongs, flags, bandana's, lighters, pipes, Bob Marley and HD stuff. It works like this they show up, some have been doing this for years and others come and go. So they stop in and show you what they have and they write you up a bill by hand you can't read and you pay cash, no cheque, CASH. So I get the cash out of the till. Now most times if I spent 100$ I will make 100 to 1000% on the item. Thing is none of the cash systems work other than giving you totals and printing. You can print department and taxes and daily sales but that’s been broken for ever (or never set up), everyone thinks they work, trying to keep them honest. Most of the staff steal from the shops in one way or the other, they get paid $10.00 hr, if they had enough money to live on with dignity they would have no reason to steal. The other thing is when you run shops like this they are cash, cash and more cash. Hydro stuff cash, headshop cash. I had a lady grower come in and she bought $14,000 in stuff, the big part was 3 trimmers all cash. I’ll get back to her later. So the phone rings at 10:30 in the morning and it’s the boss, he’s in jail out of state and needs the best lawyer money can buy. This was the day I was going to talk to him regarding some changes we needed to make so no one went to jail for selling cut for Coke and a few other things. Fuck that was the least of my problems. So turns out the boss really is The Boss of a big Coke ring, I never saw it coming, I had some idea he was doing coke and selling some but not the fucking boss of a very big ring. I can’t give to many details for my own safety. So the call went like this, I’m in jail call so and so and tell him to get the lawyer. I’ll call you back tomorrow, click. I’m don’t know anything but that, get a lawyer and a real good one. So I call so and so and he’s out of the country. I call some family I have in that state who know about good lawyers and get the name and call him. He calls me back and says go put 40,000 into my account and when I see it I’ll call you, I said I’ll call you back. So the boss’s wife walks in to my office at that point and sits down and has a break down. I tell her I need 40 grand and she says when and where, 2 hours later I get a call from the lawyer, the boss is in real big trouble, this is what he’s charged with, 5 counts of Conspiracy, RICO, proceeds of crime and at this point he’s looking at life. WTF have I got myself into. And the shit gets even stranger and the charges start to pile up, and I’m staying away from the windows. I change my way to work every drive.

 

[connoisseurde420]

u never know whos putting in work!

 

[ttystikk]

Whoa. Cokeheads, I never got along with them so I just stayed away.

 

[woodsmaneh]

Part 5

So the next day I get the call and he’s not sounding very good. Hi how you doing I saw the lawyer, thanks, I might need you to do something so I’ll call you back, I can hear guys in the back saying hurry up. Now my buddy kind of look like Charles Manson full beard, black bushy hair and wide eyes but not a big guy. Mid-morning the wife and 2 kids show up in my office and start running their mouths, I stop everyone and say you can’t tell me shit like that, just don’t do it please. So they have no close friends and it looks like I’m the go to guy. Then I find out they don’t know the charges and I’m the only person allowed to speak to the lawyer. So day three comes and I get the call from jail, I want my son (cancer guy) to work with you in the business every day, teach him what you know, get him to do the bank deposits every day and stuff like that. Than the wife comes into my office and sits down, says I want you to work with my son (cancer guy) and be his friend here at work, he likes you. I will pay you extra to do it. Then she tells me about the take down at the summer house where he was arrested. So turns out this was a DEA operation in another state and they came to get him at the summer place with the state troopers and some others. When they got there they found him in bed, 13 keys in the garage and bomb make supplies. So now he’s looking at another 15 to life. So there are 15 LEO on site and the locals get so excited about the keys on the workbench in the garage they just grab him and leave. So she tells me this and I say did you search the house and property for anything else? So off they go to search…

So the cancer guy I’ll call him Bob comes and goes in the shop and then he starts showing up every other day, he makes the deposits so they are starting to get up there in 4 to 8,000. He’s acting strange and says the craziest shit. Bob is going for a check-up and is all excited. So the son who has all the brains comes home from collage to save the world and the business. I have never seen him and he shows up walks in and says I want to talk to you outside now. OK I’m not going to like this guy, we outside and he demands I tell him everything I know about his dads business and it’s not the stores. So I step into his face and tell him, I don’t know shit and if you ever disrespect me again, I don’t give a fuck who your Daddy is. He storms off and the next day mom shows up to cool things down and tell me more shit and ask more advice, like they searched the house and found 25 lbs of weed and 2 keys and a big bag of crack and can I hold it for them. WTF No! Get rid of it if they come back your all fucked, get rid of it. So that night in comes asshole son, Ron with his big brother and two friends and starts shooting his mouth off about running the place and his dads an asshole, so I told him to grow up and he was not helping things. He says you work for me, I said not in a 1000 years than he say no one wants to listen to you OLD MAN, I was out from behind the counter so fast and had him pinned on the wall by the throat, told him that was his last get out of jail card he had with me and if he disrespected me again I would knock him down. Nobody moved to save his ass not even his older brother. So he storms out and his friends all say sorry and his brother says blab la. So the boss calls me and gets an update and tells me he got hot soup today, by trading mustard packs and sugar packs. I’m sitting there eating my subway, so he says has Bob been making regular deposits, no he does not come in much maybe every 3 to 5 days. OK you have to make Bob do it every day, if you don’t the bigger the number is, the less likely it makes it to the bank. I’m thinking so that’s why the account is over drawn all the time. So in comes Bob and he says I’m here for the deposit and I’m handing over 12,000$ cash to him. He comes in the next day and I ask him did you put the money in the account, I took care of it he says. So the next day Bob comes in and says we found a bunch of guns hidden in the house and I really like this one, opens his back pack and he’s got a 6 shooter in they loaded. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I should have listened to the family and quite but I just felt they needed me. So I tell him he should leave the gun at home but it was real cool seeing it. Off he goes to the take care of it place with another 8,000$. So he comes in the next day says he had a great time at the casino last night and buy the way look at my cool pictures, there he is with the shirt off and the gun in different poses, but not just one hand gun 3 of the fuckers and he’s going to post them on his facebook page. These people are fucking fruit loops. I suggest to him that considering his dad was sitting in jail facing charges that that may not be the best thing to do. He did not do it but I had to tell his mom what the fuck was going on. So she comes in and I tell her and she says yup got guns what do we do with them, boy the hole just gets deeper and deeper, so I tell her, blab la bla. (No self-incrimination) Please don’t tell me or ask me shit like that.

 

[woodsmaneh]

Whoa. Cokeheads, I never got along with them so I just stayed away.

I lost a few real close friends to coke and almost lost both my son's to it, I have no time for it. That's why it was so hard for me knowing what I did, but the family need someone, that's what I told myself.

 

[ttystikk]

Damn, when you're not getting enough help digging your hole with shovels, you had to go get a backhoe, lol

I respect a need to help people. The way you're telling the story thus far says that these people don't want helped, except helping themselves to more more more...

 

[woodsmaneh]

Part 6


The great coke round up started at all the business, anything that looked like coke was to be given to me. So people started to find containers around the different locations and turn them in to me. The wife and sons said they had gotten rid of all the other stuff, so I gave them more to do what they wanted, (I thought destroy, but I was wrong). So Bob gets back and all the cancer is gone the T cell treatment worked and he thought he should burn down the building because his dad was a criminal. I call his mom right away. So now we have a meeting every day to discuss everything and I don’t like what I am hearing, well if my dad was selling anything other than coke he would just be a smart business man. Say what the fuck! Bob comes in and tells me his grandparents are away for the winter so they put all the coke and weed over there. That’s when I just told everyone to flush any white powder of any kind down the drain. You know working with the people in the stores I wanted to save their jobs and protect the business by doing the right thing. I kept getting calls from prison as the days turned into weeks of chaos and ups and downs. The cops never came by and one day two of the locals cops came by to ask where the boss was hiding, you’re fucking kidding me, they had no idea he was in jail. So the family got to see him in jail and they come back, the oldest son say’s I need to get hold of this guy my dad says you know him, so I say he’s not the kind of guy you just call up, and he says he owes my dad 28,000 and he wants it. Well next thing you know I’m going to get it. Know I don’t know too many people as scary or as hooked up at this guy and I’m going to collect 28,000. Fuck, Fuck. OK I can do that but I’m just the messenger he won’t kill me, kick my ass yes but not kill. So I go prepared and arrive at supper time with some wine for him, he loves the shit. So we bullshit each other and then I tell him the big guy sent me and he wants his cash, I have never seen this guy be so nice in my life, gee I don’t have it all but I’m blab la bla.. so I say what have you got he say’s 18 and I’m screaming inside, ya I’m going to live fuck right on! So he grabs me a beer and say stings are slow and goes outside comes back in and gives me 1,800 fucking dollars. So now what the fuck do I say, do you know how much money you owe the big guy and he says ya 2,800 for a #. So let me get this right they send me over to the meanest fucker in the state to collect $28,000.00, I’m shitting my pants the whole time, I mean what could go wrong right and it’s $2,800.00, how fucking stupid is that. Finished the beer and went home and got blasted. Go in in the morning and can’t wait to talk to the family, the older son comes in and says how did it go, so I tore him a new asshole and said he owed me $450.00 for the collection and never ask me again. At the family meeting they discuss how to get rid of the guns and ask me what they should do, use the internet. I get a call every day from jail, it depress me big time. The collage kid is running around the stores shooting his mouth off about changing this and that and the phone starts to ring with concerned employees. We have company apartments in all the city’s we do business in and they are usually in the same building up stairs. So I head down to talk to everyone and it turns out the son is selling weed and coke to the collage crowd out of one of the apartment. So he comes in one day and start tell the staff that he’s going to fire this person and change that and do this. He confirms what the staff have been saying. So I tell his mom and older brother and I tell his dad he’s pissing the staff off. Later he comes storming into the office demanding to know who told me what why am I talking to his father. Now this kid hates his dad never stepped foot into the business ever and he’s in my office demanding I tell him who the rats are. So I tell him to calm down or he’s going to get messed up good as your out of strikes remember. So he calms down and bugs the shit out of me asking in a calm tone who said what blab la bla. I kick him out and call his mom. Bob comes in and ask me if his parents would pay for a vacation would I go with him? And where would we go to have fun and by the way I’m not going to burn the building down with you in it and I told my Mom that. Well that’s good to know. The next morning the girls come in and ask me why I won’t tell who was picking on their brother. I sent them for muffins and coffee, they never asked again, they found something shiny. Next in line is collage kid with Mom in tow, we go to the board room, and the kid says I have to tell him who said bad things about him because his mother was here. I shit you not. I said no. So after he got up from the table he said I had too bla bla and then he said I lied to his dad, I look at his mom and said he just called me a liar, and than he said it again, I stood and he says, you don’t have to tell me, just my mom and he says I won’t listen and he cups his hands over his ears and start’s running around the board room yelling I’m not listening over and over again. This is a well-educated man in his mid-20’s for fuck sake, it was all getting to weird. So I don’t even know what to say to the Mom, and all I can do it point and say What The Fuck! So the kid stops and looks at his Mom and says who was it mom did he tell you. She says no and he starts calling me a liar so I just stepped into him and put my foot on his and gave him a push, down he went, his mom never even batted an eye lid the whole time. I told her to get the kids under control and went to the office, I get in there and it’s the boss on the phone from prison so I tell him what happened and he says sorry he gets like that when he drinks and gets his ass kicked all the time. That explains the Monday morning cuts and bruises he showed up with.

 

[woodsmaneh]

Damn, when you're not getting enough help digging your hole with shovels, you had to go get a backhoe, lol

I respect a need to help people. The way you're telling the story thus far says that these people don't want helped, except helping themselves to more more more...

Thats what they were about, the money and one very dysfunctional family.

 

[budm]

Man, some funny moments but all that stress... Glad to hear the kids doing better.

 

[DowNwithDirT]

whoa....

 

[ttystikk]

I'm like, do I even want to know what happens next?!

 

[midwestdensies]

Might as well. Myself I have stories for grand kids for days as well. Interesting read for sure