I never really took anything personal when i had to do a job. There was no connection to me and the person that had to be done.
There was a guy that i work with, that use to just piss me off. I never had to do a job with him. He was the person that was in charge of the supplies we needed for our jobs. Lou La Ponta. He was a ex Army guy. That fvcker wanted to always tell everybody how to do thier jobs.
One day he got on my nerves so bad, i just told him, to get the Hell out of my space. It was bad enough i was worring about all the things that could go wrong when i wired somebodys vehicle. He didnt like what i said at all. That Motherfvcker turned red as hell. Then he said some wild azz stuff. You know i know where you Mother lives. That shock me for a minute. Of course i wanted to jump on his azz, but he would have shot me before i took to steps. So i calmed myself down. Then i did a bit*h move. I said, Hey Lou im sorry man. I just lost my head for a minute. You know I am close to getting out of this crap work. I just cant afford to mess anything up.
I kiss Lou's azz for about three months. I even bought him coffee, or lunch when i had to come to the supply house.
One night i had to stay late and put two jobs together. One for me, and another for Dirty Wood. Lou was feeling good that night. He was acting like we were pals. He invited me to stay at his Condo in Buckhead, Ga. It was about forty miles away from the supply house.
I wasnt flying out until the next afternoon anyway. Plus i had to make sure the stuff, Dirty Wood and I needed was shipped out that night.
Lou and I got to his place around eight thirty. Man he had a nice place. You can tell he was proud of it. You could also tell he was lonely.
Lou was a drinker. He had whatever you wanted to drink. I was pretty good around a bar, so i asked him what he wanted to drink. Scotch and soda, he said . All i needed was my Weed. So i rolled me a couple of joints, after i fixed Lou's drink.
After we ate, we watch some TV. He had one of those projection tvs, with the screen that came out of the ceiling. Atlanta was playing New York. New York was spanking that azz.
Lous old azz was nodding off. He would spill his drink, and then just go and fix another one. It didnt help that i spiked his Scotch. He had asked me for a hit of my Joint. I told him i had some powerful stuff. Mixing it with Alcohol might not be good. The Drunk, and Drugged Motherfer told me he was the Man. He could handle anything i could, plus some. So of course i gave him a special Joint i rolled. I lit it for him, then passed it to him. Man he hit that joint like a Champ. His fvcking eyes rolled to the back of his head, he coughed, grabbed his chest, then fell on the floor. I stood up unzipped my pants, and pissed in his face, while he laid there dead. I knew i was going to kill that piece of crap. I just didnt know i was going to feel so good about it.