I'm sitting here reading good ole TW and theres someone at the door knocking. I go to the door and see its this dude I used to know back when I was in scouts. I invite him in asking what's up (ill just do the dialog from here)
Him: You looking for work?
Me: I'm working now, but I'll take a look at what you got. What are you doing?
Him: Anything and everything
Me: ...ok... any particulars?
Him: Whatever you can do. Im doing construction, art, and i'm willing to pay twice what you're making at your current job. Let me show you, I've got plans made out in this book.
Me: Alright.
So we sit down, I open this planner and inside are fucking crayon drawings. Illustrations which could have been done by a 5 year old on about 6 of the pages, and a few scrawls of writing in random places. I close it after i flipped through.
Me: Where are you getting your capitol?
Him: I'm gonna be straight with you. it's illegal. Mostly laundered money.
I'm thinking what the FUCK, and trying to appear to be unaffected.
Me: I don't know if I can help you
Him: Well I dont have the illegal shit anywhere near my house, I dont expect you to be involved with that. I sold the drug business and im sharing the profits.
I start to be less responsive now, becasue he's starting to rave about bulding an Empire, kicking the local corporations out and eventually taking the world. He's telling me he's got the neighborhood police in his pocket etc, with me muttering "yeah" "I see" every so often.
All I'm thinking about is my 12 guage in the corner of my closet, wondering if he's going to wig out.
He left pretty soon after that, but I was on edge and still am. I was running the idea that he was here to try and rob me or something through my head, sicne he's apparently in debt about 5k; if he had been armed and decided to I would have probly been fucked.
What a fucked up expereince.
I hope he was on a trip or somethign and was "inspired" to draw out all that crazy shit and go ona recruiting spree for his "Empire". Maybe He will wake up tomorrow, look in his planner and think exactly what I did.
The End.
P.S. I'll be waiting for the parody thread
Him: You looking for work?
Me: I'm working now, but I'll take a look at what you got. What are you doing?
Him: Anything and everything
Me: ...ok... any particulars?
Him: Whatever you can do. Im doing construction, art, and i'm willing to pay twice what you're making at your current job. Let me show you, I've got plans made out in this book.
Me: Alright.
So we sit down, I open this planner and inside are fucking crayon drawings. Illustrations which could have been done by a 5 year old on about 6 of the pages, and a few scrawls of writing in random places. I close it after i flipped through.
Me: Where are you getting your capitol?
Him: I'm gonna be straight with you. it's illegal. Mostly laundered money.
I'm thinking what the FUCK, and trying to appear to be unaffected.
Me: I don't know if I can help you
Him: Well I dont have the illegal shit anywhere near my house, I dont expect you to be involved with that. I sold the drug business and im sharing the profits.
I start to be less responsive now, becasue he's starting to rave about bulding an Empire, kicking the local corporations out and eventually taking the world. He's telling me he's got the neighborhood police in his pocket etc, with me muttering "yeah" "I see" every so often.
All I'm thinking about is my 12 guage in the corner of my closet, wondering if he's going to wig out.
He left pretty soon after that, but I was on edge and still am. I was running the idea that he was here to try and rob me or something through my head, sicne he's apparently in debt about 5k; if he had been armed and decided to I would have probly been fucked.
What a fucked up expereince.
I hope he was on a trip or somethign and was "inspired" to draw out all that crazy shit and go ona recruiting spree for his "Empire". Maybe He will wake up tomorrow, look in his planner and think exactly what I did.
The End.
P.S. I'll be waiting for the parody thread
I'm of the hopeful opinion he was tripping while he came over, because he admitted, while he was here, to teh fact that he uses mind altering drugs.