Commodore_Perry
Banned
Last night was my last night in Seattle. I was at my friend's house, drinking some beers, smoking some bowls and just hanging out. I was supposed to crash on his couch and then get up and drive to my new house in Oregon in the morning. One of the guys in the house deals pot, but mostly in small quantities.
Suddenly we heard a loud crash from the kitchen and when I look up there's at least 2 large black men with ski masks coming through the kitchen door. Each one has a silver 9mm in one hand and a taser in the other and they're yelling, "Get on the flo' nigga! Empty yo pockets, nigga!"
I was drunk and high so at first I thought it was all some kind of joke, then I realized that everyone else had hit the deck. I dove to the floor and curled my head into my hands.
Then they told us to get naked. I didn't hear anyone else disrobing and they didn't push the point, so I just stayed still. One of the guys rounded the room, collected cell phones and wallets, and tased each one of us. The other one asked for my friend "J" (the guy who deals).
He took J to his room and took his stash, plus all the cash he had. Then as they were leaving they kept saying, "We have your IDs and phones. We know where you live. Don't call the cops. Count to 100 and don't get off the floor, because we're coming back in and we'll shoot you."
As soon as it was all over and we'd given them time to get away, we all got up and took stock. Everyone got tased except J, who was busy getting the weed and money. Steve got tased twice and he was the only one that complied with the command to get naked.
The consensus in the room was that no cops would be called, all dealing operations would cease, and they'd start looking for a new place right away. Then the finger pointing started, where they tried to rationalize which one of their customers had set them up.
They missed my phone, but took my money clip with a few cards. Luckily I was able to call my bank and have my debit card canceled, however, they also took my Hawaii drivers license, my college ID, and an expired credit card.
We all kind of sat in the house for a while, sketched out about going outside. Finally we ventured out for a cigarette, then I grabbed my shit and left. Since I already moved out of my house, I had to call my ex and ask if I could crash on her couch.
Now I'm stuck in Seattle with no gas money, no ID, and no debit card.
Suddenly we heard a loud crash from the kitchen and when I look up there's at least 2 large black men with ski masks coming through the kitchen door. Each one has a silver 9mm in one hand and a taser in the other and they're yelling, "Get on the flo' nigga! Empty yo pockets, nigga!"
I was drunk and high so at first I thought it was all some kind of joke, then I realized that everyone else had hit the deck. I dove to the floor and curled my head into my hands.
Then they told us to get naked. I didn't hear anyone else disrobing and they didn't push the point, so I just stayed still. One of the guys rounded the room, collected cell phones and wallets, and tased each one of us. The other one asked for my friend "J" (the guy who deals).
He took J to his room and took his stash, plus all the cash he had. Then as they were leaving they kept saying, "We have your IDs and phones. We know where you live. Don't call the cops. Count to 100 and don't get off the floor, because we're coming back in and we'll shoot you."
As soon as it was all over and we'd given them time to get away, we all got up and took stock. Everyone got tased except J, who was busy getting the weed and money. Steve got tased twice and he was the only one that complied with the command to get naked.
The consensus in the room was that no cops would be called, all dealing operations would cease, and they'd start looking for a new place right away. Then the finger pointing started, where they tried to rationalize which one of their customers had set them up.
They missed my phone, but took my money clip with a few cards. Luckily I was able to call my bank and have my debit card canceled, however, they also took my Hawaii drivers license, my college ID, and an expired credit card.
We all kind of sat in the house for a while, sketched out about going outside. Finally we ventured out for a cigarette, then I grabbed my shit and left. Since I already moved out of my house, I had to call my ex and ask if I could crash on her couch.
Now I'm stuck in Seattle with no gas money, no ID, and no debit card.
