my fucking neighbor. this is gonna be a long one, but let me explain.
so this dude and his girl moved in next door a few months ago and something was off from the start. we kicked it off on friendly terms and shit and his gf seems nice enough by all accounts. shortly thereafter it was established we had the mutual habit of smoking weed and sure enough at some point the dude knocks on my door, bugging me for a spare bud. i'm not to keen on doing that because i know where it leads, but of course stupid me wants to be nice and shit and thinks i might be able to bug him too at some point. he also told me his sources ran dry and he'd appreciate if i could get him some next time. i'm like no promises, but i can do that possibly.
i get him something something two times and the first time he's like bro i have no cash here rn, can i get back to you tomorrow. i say sure. it takes three days. no biggie. he bugs me again for bud and asks me to get him stuff again and i'm already like look dude, i can do that, but i don't appreciate the bugging and the late payment, you know. he's all ah yeah sure sure, sorry bro, last time. he basically pulls the same shit, but instead of money, he comes up with some bud himself. i'm already rather pissed at this point since i'm not keen on smoking some mystery tree. especially since there's all kinds of ruralis weed out here infused with synth cannabinoids and stuff. but it's just a little and it looks and smells fine, so i take it for now. the guy still owes me some money though and the feeling that something is sus about him increases. i already decide for myself i'm not gonna help him out anymore, but i want to get the full amount of my money back first of course.
i already cut down on my smoking so i didn't smoke his stuff right away, but after a few days. decided to roll a good night spliff from his stuff. mind you i already smoked 3 or so joints that evening from my own stuff and i feel great until this point. it tastes like nothing and i'm in bed, it's been 10 mins after i lit the spliff and start having some sort of crazy muscle spasms and a wicked weird heartbeat. i'm not tripping because my head is totally clear. it's like a burning sensation goes through my nervous system, i also start to sweat profusely and i can't feel my lungs. i feel like i am getting weaker and it's hard to breath, it actually feels like i have to breath consciously because it feels like my nervous system is in shambles and it feels like i'd suffocate and i'm scared to actually pass out and die cause i feel like my lungs and heart aren't on autopilot anymore. i try not to panic, i want to wake up my roommate but the spasms lock me into the bed, i want to get to my phone to call someone but i'm fading fast. i was fully conscious the whole time. i must have passed out or something and i come back to myself thankfully about 7 hours later nauseous and coughing and with a massive headache, relieved i'm actually alive still. i manage to recuperate over the day and of course i never touched his shit again.
later the same day i see an ambulance stopping in front of our house and sure enough, the neighbors called them. i'm not sure til now but i figure it's from that trashweed. or because the dude hit his gf, which seems plausible since he screams at her like the worst asshole. this is also something i found out just that day when i heard him scream at her through the wall seperating our kitchen and hear him break shit and stuff. i already have enough of the dude. i decide to wait for him to bug me again, tell him to give me the money he owes me, and then leave him hanging and tell him to fuck off. dude crossed the line from a little sus to straight up fucked up.
well today i almost had enough since it's been weeks now and was about to knock at his door to confront him when he, as if summoned, rings me up. i don't even open the door, i just ask through the door if he has my money, he's like yeah yeah! i open up, i'm super pissed about him being late and of course more so him poisoning me with his shitty chemweed makeing me feel like i have a stroke or dying on prescription drugs. i straight up tell him to give me the money, he's bummed and asking why i am this unfriendly, i repeat i want my money, give me my money. he hands me the bill and i snap it out of his hand and straight up tell him i should curbstomp his stupid face and that he actually owes me more than that, giving me fake chemoweed i would never pay for. tell him to leave me the fuck alone and back up when he sees me or i will make him regret it even more. he's stumped and shit and i am like you're lucky your getting out of this unhurt, back off if you want to keep it like this. slam the door in his stupid face. i got my money. he rings again, i say through the door what do you want, he says he wants to talk, i say we have nothing to discuss you stupid bastard, piss off. he says something like oh you want to fight, ok i'll wait outside next ten minutes. i'm like whatever.
i go in the kitchen and i see the idiot pacing in front of the house, waiting for me to come down and fight him or something. i open the window and heckle him, if he is really that stupid and thinks i'd come out and tell him he's an idiot and laugh at him. mind you i can get like 15 arabs and a few eritreans on top of that that live around here to fuck the dude up if i wanted, i've been living here for a long ass time. this confused man thinks i'm dumb enough to go out on the street so he can make a victim of himself in public and is fronting like i'd be scared. i'm just not stupid enough to throw punches first. i can easily take the first two and give him back ten times as much. fucking idiot. if i see the dude around the house and he even points a finger at me i'll pepperspray his ugly mug just for fun. which is super easy cause he's one of those mask refusers. what a fucking asshole.