A couple months ago a friend a good friend asked me could his little brother come and live with me. I told him no because I have a room big enough for one person. So his brother went South...South and to the place where I am at right this moment.
His little brother lives here for 6 years, something I didn't know until a day ago. All kinds of shit he got into caused him to bring his ass back to NYC...where he got into MORE trouble and moved South again.
Me being me and because we use to hand out back in the days, I became worried about him and the trouble he always gets into. With me not feeling good about what was going on with my health, throw in worrying about him..I decided to move to where he is.
Now that I'm here... Found a job on day two and others what me to work for them. Looking at my friend and he is my best friend, he looks bad.
The place where I am is like ALL Meth, and its sad. What's even sadder is the women he considers good looking are nothing but Meth Heads. He introduced me to some of them. I tried to tell him that that is r my choice of women I'm looking for.
For 3 days I get paid in cash for 8 hours of work. That's $200 a day. I came in a Sunday VERY early morning and here it is mid week, he's asking to borrow $40 and asking me did I get paid yet.
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