The big, tall, black man who pretends to be a gangstah. Nice job, but I do my job better bro.
Okay, so Alvaro has tried to set me up more than once. Why, I have no idea. And then he decides to get it on with Mykal, of all people. Why? Again, I have no idea. So I have stuff he left behind and a couple things were stereo radios for a car. Two of the same and he said to sell them or something if I wanted the extra money. So I did try, today, downtown Wenatchee because he said to try car mechanics or people who needed this shit.
So I went to this place and right away I get a weird feeling. Can't put my finger on it, but something is fucking wrong. These guys are telling me to go all around, asking, and that they don't have money and to wait until 3:30 or something. So then I have some of these guys asking if they're "hot" and I'm like, "huh?"
I was told to come back to this one place and when I went back, this other guy was there. A tall goodlooking black man wearing red, black, and silver or white. So he's telling me he'll buy them and then he won't and all these guys are around me.
I had just guessed this buddy of his, was 28 years old and I was told I was right. Then his buddy said it was true, but I can't be sure if I don't see a license. So then, this other guy is saying stuff about not buying "hot" stuff and I didn't even know what he meant by hot at first. I'm like, yeah, I don't know why there are two, but they're in the box, and I'm not going to be able to sell them at a yardsale in Ballard, Seattle, so I thought I'd try here first.
The more I thought about it, the more I started to wonder. I started to wonder where the stereos had come from in the first place. Yeah.
So, I'm standing there and all the guys are saying they're felons. I looked at one and said he didn't fit in. I said it was like the I.Q. test where you have to choose the piece that doesn't fit. He didn't fit. So he says he's the only non-ex-felon. Then one of the guys, the black guy, asks me if I'm government. I took one look at him, and fleshed that man out in two split seconds. "Um, if anyone is 'government' here, it's YOU." I looked him dead in the eye and for one fucking 1/8th of a second, his eyes were unguarded. Shield down. Woman hits the mark. Go Woman.
So he's fronting and he's the biggest fucking talker in the group. Not only that, when I later thought about it, to check my intuitiion and yes, my fucking god-given ES-fucking-P, I realized, this bro had picked up BOTH stereos and written numbers down. Now, tell me...TELL me something people. If they're exactly the same thing, why does the guy need to write down numbers for both boxes?
I feel sorta proud. Like I should get my fucking silver star sometime soon. So this guy is just going on and on and he's funny and shooting the shit with the other guys, but then when I said to the group, if they wanted to see what an undercover man looks like, take another look at this guy. So I'm talking about how a real guy tries to blend in all the way. When I turned to look at him, I stared him dead in the eye and said, "You work for the government." He tried to shrug it off and laugh, and got that look again, and what does he do? he unconsciously averts his gaze to the left, after revealing the "you caught me" look.
Then he's asking me if I'm coming back to town and says it's because he wants to see me or something. All the guys shook my hand and everyone is wanting me to stick around until late in the day...why? to run or check numbers? So then the guy is later going back and even checking my license when he's asking if I'm government. This guy shook my hand with respect when I turned to leave. Not because he was wanting to be with me. Maybe that too. But what I can say, is when that I walked away, he knew he was watching his fucking
BOSS
walk away.
You wanna play the game? I own the fucking game. You get your cards from me, because I am your fucking dealer.
So I go back to my grandparents and ask Granny to call grandpa. I ask her to find out if grandpa ever had these because I can't think of any other place I was with A. in the town where he might have picked them up and I just wondered. I told her someone told me they were hot and I wondered. So she said she'd ask grandpa.
If not, I'm selling them. But I'm not getting set up again. It would be nice, I know, but it's just never going to happen. People can lie all they want about my actions and what I say, but no one will ever have evidence to back it up, because I am not guilty of being mentally ill, criminal, OR "drug seeking".
So, description of the undercover guy...
Tall, black but sort of cafe skin, not really dark, round brown eyes, speaks Spanish fluently. Wearing red t-shirt and puffy vest over it today.
I don't know who the "thought I was being a good snitch" was. But the guy to take down numbers, was this other guy. Just tell me why he wanted to write down some numbers?
So anyway, another man down. I dunno. Can someone pay me for once? I would really, really, love to just...you know, get more than credit and props in my "file". I would like to pay this pay somehow. Give it UP.
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