Tuff times at the Sekret Mountain Hideaway!
We'd noticed scutboy hadn't been around in a few days. Not entirely unusual, but kinda odd as Major Motion wasn't around either.
I spoke to Nadine concerning unrelated matters concerning her ever larger growing herd of wildebeest, and she mentioned that scutboy had been ........ incarcerated.
Shut the Fuck up!
No, really. Seems there was this big misunderstanding and well, the PoPo had done him wrong. As had an ex girlfriend who evidently told the PoPo where to find him, seein' how he'd be a stealing from her and he had this outstanding warrant and all. Anyway,
Nadine mentions that he's not getting his day in court until the 24th., and that was a week away. Funny, I've dealt with hundreds of cases of folks being accused of much worse then 459'n some property and having an outstanding 'traffic' warrant, and they didn't stay at the GrayBar Hotel for a week until their court date. Bail is offered in most cases, don't cha' know. Ohh, that's right, cranksters don't have any money, or friends..........seems Rufus Redfeather was gonna be there for the duration.
What better time than to check out the humble abode. Now, I'd mentioned to Billy Rae and Nadine more than a few times that the behaviour associated with scutboy spelled trouble. Drugs said me, Nah, he's just having a rough time. Meth, I said, no, it's just a big misunderstanding says Nadine. After all, he does nice things with the weedWhacker, don't cha' know. Bullshit, said AgntW****, it's heroin and meth! (damn know it alls). Do the 3am deliveries of sticks and empty plastic buckets not mean anything to you? Nadine, seriously now, do normal people barter with used lumber and plastic containers.......at O'dark-thirty?
I checked the doors, of course they were unlocked. Especially after I tried the windows. AgntW**** and I walked cautiously in.......she was bright enough to bring latex gloves. *May might be masturbation month, but April was safe sex month, and she hadn't forgotten protection.
Anyway, after quickly pointing out the meth pipe, still loaded, on the divan, (it was actually on the cardboard box serving as a coffee table, but I've always wanted to use divan in a sentence)
she made haste for the bathroom wastebasket. ??? (she is a professional) There, in all the stupendous glory one could only find in a crankster's bathroom, she spied what she knew she'd find. Tin foil. Al U Min EE umm actually. (I've just spent the last two days with some really drunk Brits, so it's Al U Min EE umm, not aluminum) Heroin bindles, used of course, and lot's of them. Foil is the handy transport/cooking medium. She then spied his 'kit'. Assorted heroin extras....kinda like the 'sport option' in the drug world.
That the house was something out of a horror movie isn't a stretch. But enough about that, the nightmares are only now receding.
Billy Rae and Nadine were still gone, so I explored some more myself the next day. Ummmmm, a whole room full of 'electronic equipment', as in used stereos. Quite the audiophile, no doubt. Cranksters are well known for their electronic prowness.
Cut to the chase, Nadine and Billy Rae came home Sunday. I had a serious talk, and before they could object, I whipped out a baggie, (ZipLock, 1/2 quart) with a crank pipe, and a loaded single hit prayer pipe, (weed/heroin infused cotton) that was in Major Motion.
They were agahst. I'd told them it was gonna get worse, a lot worse. We took a walk over to the house, where I artfully stretched on my latex gloves (GO DEEP PERKINS!) and went inside. I explained the use of the meth pipe, the heroin kit, the various wadded balls of burnt foil about, and uhh.........and the ................and the paper bag full of womens panties, in the bathroom. (that was a little weird, if not completely awkward)
They got the message.
Scutboy gets outta CJ today.
He's getting served later today.
There is a god.
Bye scutboy, don't let the door hit you in the butt.
More later
I spoke to Nadine concerning unrelated matters concerning her ever larger growing herd of wildebeest, and she mentioned that scutboy had been ........ incarcerated.
Shut the Fuck up!
No, really. Seems there was this big misunderstanding and well, the PoPo had done him wrong. As had an ex girlfriend who evidently told the PoPo where to find him, seein' how he'd be a stealing from her and he had this outstanding warrant and all. Anyway,
Nadine mentions that he's not getting his day in court until the 24th., and that was a week away. Funny, I've dealt with hundreds of cases of folks being accused of much worse then 459'n some property and having an outstanding 'traffic' warrant, and they didn't stay at the GrayBar Hotel for a week until their court date. Bail is offered in most cases, don't cha' know. Ohh, that's right, cranksters don't have any money, or friends..........seems Rufus Redfeather was gonna be there for the duration.
What better time than to check out the humble abode. Now, I'd mentioned to Billy Rae and Nadine more than a few times that the behaviour associated with scutboy spelled trouble. Drugs said me, Nah, he's just having a rough time. Meth, I said, no, it's just a big misunderstanding says Nadine. After all, he does nice things with the weedWhacker, don't cha' know. Bullshit, said AgntW****, it's heroin and meth! (damn know it alls). Do the 3am deliveries of sticks and empty plastic buckets not mean anything to you? Nadine, seriously now, do normal people barter with used lumber and plastic containers.......at O'dark-thirty?
I checked the doors, of course they were unlocked. Especially after I tried the windows. AgntW**** and I walked cautiously in.......she was bright enough to bring latex gloves. *May might be masturbation month, but April was safe sex month, and she hadn't forgotten protection.
Anyway, after quickly pointing out the meth pipe, still loaded, on the divan, (it was actually on the cardboard box serving as a coffee table, but I've always wanted to use divan in a sentence)
she made haste for the bathroom wastebasket. ??? (she is a professional) There, in all the stupendous glory one could only find in a crankster's bathroom, she spied what she knew she'd find. Tin foil. Al U Min EE umm actually. (I've just spent the last two days with some really drunk Brits, so it's Al U Min EE umm, not aluminum) Heroin bindles, used of course, and lot's of them. Foil is the handy transport/cooking medium. She then spied his 'kit'. Assorted heroin extras....kinda like the 'sport option' in the drug world.
That the house was something out of a horror movie isn't a stretch. But enough about that, the nightmares are only now receding.
Billy Rae and Nadine were still gone, so I explored some more myself the next day. Ummmmm, a whole room full of 'electronic equipment', as in used stereos. Quite the audiophile, no doubt. Cranksters are well known for their electronic prowness.
Cut to the chase, Nadine and Billy Rae came home Sunday. I had a serious talk, and before they could object, I whipped out a baggie, (ZipLock, 1/2 quart) with a crank pipe, and a loaded single hit prayer pipe, (weed/heroin infused cotton) that was in Major Motion.
They were agahst. I'd told them it was gonna get worse, a lot worse. We took a walk over to the house, where I artfully stretched on my latex gloves (GO DEEP PERKINS!) and went inside. I explained the use of the meth pipe, the heroin kit, the various wadded balls of burnt foil about, and uhh.........and the ................and the paper bag full of womens panties, in the bathroom. (that was a little weird, if not completely awkward)
They got the message.
Scutboy gets outta CJ today.
He's getting served later today.
There is a god.
Bye scutboy, don't let the door hit you in the butt.
More later
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