He was an ex-con who was really nice, until he wasn't.
Pssh, I know those kinds of friends! Sad.
I knew this GIANT man, we'll call him "Chuck". Because his name was Chuck. He was like 7 feet tall, all muscle, dumber than a rock, and SUPER drunk ALL the time! Super sweet guy... unless he somehow got talked into being really fucking scary by manipulative twats. Last I heard a much worse ex-con ex-friend of ours talked him into doing something really fucking stupid and landing him back in Hotel Greybar. Thankfully, according to the rumor mill, that other worse guy got killed. Good riddance to that piece of shit. He tried to rape my wife and I got home fast; he came back and he's the only person I've ever pointed a loaded shotgun in the face of... but that's another story.
Glad you got home in time.
I used to work with this guy and he always was friendly and helpful. I went over to his house a few times until the last time. He was dealing a lot of meth and 3 taco-niggers busted in and held us all at gunpoint (45 to my face) while they ransacked the house and stole our wallets. Slashed our car tires when they left so we couldn't follow them. I don't need that kind of crap in my life, he's dead now of heart failure from the drugs.
That sounds seriously unfun. I hate that shit and need no more of it ever again either.
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