A day in the life of De'Foe
Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 5:57 am
To Atlanta
Okay, I've never made a thread like this before. Well, been working in this Chinese restaurant for a while. Raking in cash on a daily basis and being frivolous with purchases and buying a new handgun almost every week. I stopped once I had a gun for each day of the week. Have a Moung friend named Vichai who somehow manages to fuck up my day, and make time go by faster at the same time. I've met some interesting characters as well as a few who shall not be named. I mean, just last night I accidentally walked into an officer's house and had a Glock17/21 pointed at my temple all the while yelling at the top of my lungs trying to explain the situation....
A few months ago V suggested we go to Atlanta. Now since I like having as much information as I can up front before embarking on another wild adventure that could almost certainly end up with a gun pointed in my direction yet again, I was inquisitive.
Sitting there at the table he asked me this and I wanted some details.
V- "Yeah, to the ATL maen. When was the last time you've been to Atlanta?"
De'Foe- "When I ran out of gas and lost $120 Dollars"
V- "Whan the fuck did that hoppen?!"
De'Foe- "Two weeks ago when I was buying my 1911, can you get to the point?"
He explained that his uncle Koi was participating in some underground cock-fight. I took one last scoop of the rice in my bowl, raised my left eyebrow and asked him "Are you fucking serious?". I regretted not walking from the table.
Four hours later at around 7:00-8:00pm after finally following his ridiculous instructions, I drove into his garage. He casually walked over to my car smoking a cigarette, threw it down, then told me the van's broke down. Now, this bullshit plan that for whatever reason I accepted the invitation to, with multiple parties might I add.. arriving on location and encountering the non-functional vehicle that was supposed to transport us, was certainly not according to plan. I'm skipping details but I end up driving with his two uncles, uncle Koi, and Uncle Jerry.
-Uncle Jerry is an alcoholic lowlife who always speaks in Moung unless not sober and being inquisitive whilst making direct eye contact to, only after calling out his name and beginning the conversation in Moung. ("The best method of achieving this is to use "Oi! Kappa-mua, sa?"
-Uncle Koi is more reasonable and cool headed than his cousin counterpart Jerry. Koi is previously blood affiliated and served the time with the tats and marks to prove it. (Usually a silent type yet loves adrenaline rushed activities. Heavy gambler)
So, it's now four in total, in a two door car, with fighting roosters in my trunk, and the car steadily filling up with smoke from a lit blunt... I am fucking glaring at V right now because in my back seat I have an ex-Crip drunk and drinking, an ex-Blood who loves to smoke and smoking, one rooster with multiple blades all over, and the other for the supposed brawler match in the trunk threatening each other. Fuck... my.. day.
We arrive in Atlanta thirty minutes past Peachtree St. in the middle of the city. I was told to park under this crudely built mid-construction lattice. Took my 1911 and stuck it in my shoulder holster and two extra magazines. Jerry freaks out and starts yelling in Moung, V trying to calm him down, then Koi hit him and asked him to shut up. Koi told me that him and his friend are vouching for me and that that's the only reason I'm being allowed in. (I am considerably concerned about entering this place unarmed) He tells me that white people are not common here. (I am in America, south-eastern little Hollywood, in the major city, and my ethnicity is not common here? I receiving some red flags, but against my better judgment I leave my gun.)
So after my car is covered with this blue tarp I look at my LUXE Diamond dial (best watch I will ever own) and it's already eleven something. and me and V go down the ally first. V tells me it's so we can scout around. He didn't really have to because I've been looking at all corners of my eyes while looking forward and even dropped my keys as an excuse to look around. When everyone is at this rusted inoperable door, they give it a select rapt then I just followed them tilting my fedora to cover my eyes. That meant nothing when I realized that we were in this strange complex that appears to have been unoccupied for decades. I just stay close and look down the traveled hallways as we rounded corners and eventually.... We were in this station.
I am in a fucking underground condemned railway station. Why, or how this is still accessible in this area of the states, in this current period was beyond me. I was just paranoid at this point. Every person who we walk past or see, is Asian. And they always, always, look at me. Taking off my hat or the fact that I'm the only one wearing a suit didn't help. I find myself at the train access with makeshift partitions (horribly constructed ones) with every person in four lines being waned by handheld metal detectors. As the distance progresses, so do the hairs in the back of my neck. I am still the single non Asian in the midst of, from what I could tell now,
-Koreans
-Cambodians *
-Chinese
-Vietnamese
-Moung
-People of various Asian languages or dialects of unknown origin to me
*Don't ask me how I know this
Now, here is what enrages and confuses me at the same time, yet brings me some slight understanding comfort.... somewhat. While I watch people being wand, I see the wanders equipment beep and they ask every person this happens too, with what I could tell, to take one hand, and with two fingers pull out the metallic device. I notice fuckers pulling out pistols, revolvers, and I swear I even saw a 5.7x28 mm pistol. They grabbed it, put it on this draped desk, then continued. But they gave them back, their, fucking, weapons. Koi told me close to the partition that only radios, phones, and these devices are not allowed.
End of part 1
I'm slowly becoming increasingly lethargic, I have to cut this short. I would like to say that today I wanted a beer. Just one particular hard to find type of beer, Wild Blue is the name. I went to this gas station and ended up knowing a man by the name of Bobby Fritz. He starts talking on his phone for a minute while I continue to look for what I want then comes back to me after possibly noticing that I overheard part of the conversation. He says that he has five pounds of fine Indica coming in by truck. I could give two shits at this interval, I just wanted my beer and the selection at this gas station is not cutting it. I bid my adieu, and say fuck it to Mr. Fritz.
I drive a mile or two to this large package store. I walk in the bells "Ching, ching-a-ching" Look at the Indian man, nod, continue. Everything is expensive as shit so I cut my loses and ask the man stocking the cooler if he knows where it is. He tells me that their out of stock.
(Shit!, I'm going home)
Before I'm near the door I decide to round back and ask about the selection of sake and plum wine. He points at the isles and says that they are at this particular isle. Well I walk over there and by my surprise they do have a nice selection, but it's all overpriced. So I bother the seemingly hard working guy to see if they have any Absinthe, they do. The man excitedly walks me over there and points out multiple of his favorite types. He points out the shitty brands that were made in America due to legal reasons, then the after market ones since the post ban. He gives his opinions to which is better and why....... I just wanted my fucking beer. I humor him then he just randomly asks -- "Do you want to buy some LSD?"
(Some fucking LSD! Just what I needed! Seriously... I wanted a good beer, then I have to go through this bullshit after eight other liquor stores, and the previous. Fuck this, I am going home, reading my book, then going to bed on the couch.)
Why I typed this up.... who the hell knows? Why I didn't list it in the Venting thread or whatever, I don't care. I just needed to put down some shit seeing as how I rarely loose my temper and am not prone to "Venting".
Okay, I've never made a thread like this before. Well, been working in this Chinese restaurant for a while. Raking in cash on a daily basis and being frivolous with purchases and buying a new handgun almost every week. I stopped once I had a gun for each day of the week. Have a Moung friend named Vichai who somehow manages to fuck up my day, and make time go by faster at the same time. I've met some interesting characters as well as a few who shall not be named. I mean, just last night I accidentally walked into an officer's house and had a Glock17/21 pointed at my temple all the while yelling at the top of my lungs trying to explain the situation....
A few months ago V suggested we go to Atlanta. Now since I like having as much information as I can up front before embarking on another wild adventure that could almost certainly end up with a gun pointed in my direction yet again, I was inquisitive.
Sitting there at the table he asked me this and I wanted some details.
V- "Yeah, to the ATL maen. When was the last time you've been to Atlanta?"
De'Foe- "When I ran out of gas and lost $120 Dollars"
V- "Whan the fuck did that hoppen?!"
De'Foe- "Two weeks ago when I was buying my 1911, can you get to the point?"
He explained that his uncle Koi was participating in some underground cock-fight. I took one last scoop of the rice in my bowl, raised my left eyebrow and asked him "Are you fucking serious?". I regretted not walking from the table.
Four hours later at around 7:00-8:00pm after finally following his ridiculous instructions, I drove into his garage. He casually walked over to my car smoking a cigarette, threw it down, then told me the van's broke down. Now, this bullshit plan that for whatever reason I accepted the invitation to, with multiple parties might I add.. arriving on location and encountering the non-functional vehicle that was supposed to transport us, was certainly not according to plan. I'm skipping details but I end up driving with his two uncles, uncle Koi, and Uncle Jerry.
-Uncle Jerry is an alcoholic lowlife who always speaks in Moung unless not sober and being inquisitive whilst making direct eye contact to, only after calling out his name and beginning the conversation in Moung. ("The best method of achieving this is to use "Oi! Kappa-mua, sa?"
-Uncle Koi is more reasonable and cool headed than his cousin counterpart Jerry. Koi is previously blood affiliated and served the time with the tats and marks to prove it. (Usually a silent type yet loves adrenaline rushed activities. Heavy gambler)
So, it's now four in total, in a two door car, with fighting roosters in my trunk, and the car steadily filling up with smoke from a lit blunt... I am fucking glaring at V right now because in my back seat I have an ex-Crip drunk and drinking, an ex-Blood who loves to smoke and smoking, one rooster with multiple blades all over, and the other for the supposed brawler match in the trunk threatening each other. Fuck... my.. day.
We arrive in Atlanta thirty minutes past Peachtree St. in the middle of the city. I was told to park under this crudely built mid-construction lattice. Took my 1911 and stuck it in my shoulder holster and two extra magazines. Jerry freaks out and starts yelling in Moung, V trying to calm him down, then Koi hit him and asked him to shut up. Koi told me that him and his friend are vouching for me and that that's the only reason I'm being allowed in. (I am considerably concerned about entering this place unarmed) He tells me that white people are not common here. (I am in America, south-eastern little Hollywood, in the major city, and my ethnicity is not common here? I receiving some red flags, but against my better judgment I leave my gun.)
So after my car is covered with this blue tarp I look at my LUXE Diamond dial (best watch I will ever own) and it's already eleven something. and me and V go down the ally first. V tells me it's so we can scout around. He didn't really have to because I've been looking at all corners of my eyes while looking forward and even dropped my keys as an excuse to look around. When everyone is at this rusted inoperable door, they give it a select rapt then I just followed them tilting my fedora to cover my eyes. That meant nothing when I realized that we were in this strange complex that appears to have been unoccupied for decades. I just stay close and look down the traveled hallways as we rounded corners and eventually.... We were in this station.
I am in a fucking underground condemned railway station. Why, or how this is still accessible in this area of the states, in this current period was beyond me. I was just paranoid at this point. Every person who we walk past or see, is Asian. And they always, always, look at me. Taking off my hat or the fact that I'm the only one wearing a suit didn't help. I find myself at the train access with makeshift partitions (horribly constructed ones) with every person in four lines being waned by handheld metal detectors. As the distance progresses, so do the hairs in the back of my neck. I am still the single non Asian in the midst of, from what I could tell now,
-Koreans
-Cambodians *
-Chinese
-Vietnamese
-Moung
-People of various Asian languages or dialects of unknown origin to me
*Don't ask me how I know this
Now, here is what enrages and confuses me at the same time, yet brings me some slight understanding comfort.... somewhat. While I watch people being wand, I see the wanders equipment beep and they ask every person this happens too, with what I could tell, to take one hand, and with two fingers pull out the metallic device. I notice fuckers pulling out pistols, revolvers, and I swear I even saw a 5.7x28 mm pistol. They grabbed it, put it on this draped desk, then continued. But they gave them back, their, fucking, weapons. Koi told me close to the partition that only radios, phones, and these devices are not allowed.
End of part 1
I'm slowly becoming increasingly lethargic, I have to cut this short. I would like to say that today I wanted a beer. Just one particular hard to find type of beer, Wild Blue is the name. I went to this gas station and ended up knowing a man by the name of Bobby Fritz. He starts talking on his phone for a minute while I continue to look for what I want then comes back to me after possibly noticing that I overheard part of the conversation. He says that he has five pounds of fine Indica coming in by truck. I could give two shits at this interval, I just wanted my beer and the selection at this gas station is not cutting it. I bid my adieu, and say fuck it to Mr. Fritz.
I drive a mile or two to this large package store. I walk in the bells "Ching, ching-a-ching" Look at the Indian man, nod, continue. Everything is expensive as shit so I cut my loses and ask the man stocking the cooler if he knows where it is. He tells me that their out of stock.
(Shit!, I'm going home)
Before I'm near the door I decide to round back and ask about the selection of sake and plum wine. He points at the isles and says that they are at this particular isle. Well I walk over there and by my surprise they do have a nice selection, but it's all overpriced. So I bother the seemingly hard working guy to see if they have any Absinthe, they do. The man excitedly walks me over there and points out multiple of his favorite types. He points out the shitty brands that were made in America due to legal reasons, then the after market ones since the post ban. He gives his opinions to which is better and why....... I just wanted my fucking beer. I humor him then he just randomly asks -- "Do you want to buy some LSD?"
(Some fucking LSD! Just what I needed! Seriously... I wanted a good beer, then I have to go through this bullshit after eight other liquor stores, and the previous. Fuck this, I am going home, reading my book, then going to bed on the couch.)
Why I typed this up.... who the hell knows? Why I didn't list it in the Venting thread or whatever, I don't care. I just needed to put down some shit seeing as how I rarely loose my temper and am not prone to "Venting".
