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The I'll be the first to admit that I used to be a major asshole.

I used to make a living as an armed robber. no joke, and I was mostly targeting big chains with cash that was on site.

This is sort of a confession. Their employees never gave a crap to really do anything, whereas you rob a mom and pop shop, and you tend to get less mom and more pop pop pop if you know what I mean

I'm trying to make light of it but either way I rob places because I was addicted to heroin

I did just about anything and everything I could get my hands on, but my main thing was

H, and to get it, I had a role with some pretty terrible people.

It wasn't so bad if I was around my home turf.

I knew the right places to go and the right people to talk to.

But whenever I was off on business, which tended to be frequent, as you don't want to

poop where you eat, as they say, I had to attach myself to certain other folks if I wanted to get

what I needed. And I mean it, man. I rolled with some very scary dudes back in the day,

but none as scary as Tyran and Lash DeFore.

The one and only time I met one of them was when I was down in Georgia, running drugs for

some biker gang down there. The DeFords used to make this really killer meth, military-grade

shit, but the only ever sold in bulk from this compound that they had out in the

sticks, and they only ever met you in this one place, away from their cookhouse so no one could find it.

It was hard to get a whole of them, even harder to put an order in for a shipment, as they usually

sold everything to this group of guys down in Florida to keep their profile low.

This one time, I get told to drive out to that drop site and wait until either Tyran or

last showed up with the shipment. And so, I drive out to the place, wait there a while, and then this

big shirtless dude comes walking

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