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Profile piece on my boy German(pronounced Herman)
I meet the dude like six weeks into service. I was assistant teaching basketball gym class at this highschool, when the gym teacher introduced me to this other teacher at the school who apparently was a baller. He seemed pretty cool, in the following weeks we shot around, formed a stronger relationship, and I got to know some other guys who also like basketball, includig this guy Guille, who balls and owns a second hand sneaker and apparel store.
One day we went to Sigua, a city about an hour and 15 minutes away for a basketball game and to chill and party. Its a bigger city with more dance spots then where we live, and all Guille´s friends live there cause thats where he grew up. a couple weeks before, German was showing us these pictures of assault rifles on his phone and asking us if he should buy and resell them. I sited the immorality, Guille concurred, but understood the obligations of having to provide for his family(guille being a family man himself). Anyway, German pulled out a fat stack, about what i make in a month, so apparently he made the deal. After we had a bunch of drinks at this bar, i bounced to my homie Robert´s to burn (he´s this american dude who came to live w his dad in honduras after a career ending ankle injury fucked up his bball scholariship like 6 yrs ago). German wan gonna spend the night too, but once he left the bar and passed by Robert´s crib we decided just to head strait back to SB at like 2am, cause he insists he drives more tranquilo when he´s drunk, and we didnt want to miss our obligations the next morning.
On our way back, I took the opportunity to get to know him better so i asked him how old he was the first time he had sex. "12" he says, "guess how old she was?" Im like "14," He´s like "na, 26" I was like "HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" this nut ass Ali G motherfucker. when he was a kid he worked for his mom´s business where he had to make deliveries in an apartment building by his house. So this one woman was just like a pedofile or some shit and the first time he went over there she started feeling him up and then started suckin him off. then by like the second or third time he was smashin on her bed and he stopped goin over after like 6 times.
After this story, he had both finished our beers and we pulled over to put them on the highway and shoot at them w his burner that he always keeps in his wip. He sets up the corona bottle like 10 meters ahead of the car and I obviously blast that no problem one shot one kill and he´s all like "daaaaaaamn, Milo´s handy w the steel. oh shit i ain´t know!" we get back in the car cause hes just like "fuck it, I just wanted to see if you could shoot" I already knew he could shoot cause we had gone to this carnival a couple weeks before and he was merkin shit w this bb gun winning prizes and shit. So he starts telling me how his gun work is so on point. He got his first gun when he was like 12, and his uncles taught him how to shoot cause they were assassins. But then one day when he was 14 he was shooting around basketball w his homies when some dudes ran up on them all of a suddent everyone pulled out their straps out and started blasting. German clapped three dudes, one dude he shot two times in the leg and the chest, the other two dudes in the leg and like the arm or something, and he never found of if the dude he shot twice died or not. Shortly after that he moved from Puerto Cortez where he had been living to SB where we both live now. He had his first kid when he was 16, then another kid when he was 19 with a different baby´s momma here in SB and now has a new secret baby´s momma in Puerto Cortez that his other baby´s mommas dont know about. Now he´s a natural sciences highschool teacher, part time arms dealer and one of my main homies in Honduras.
Profile piece on my boy German(pronounced Herman)
I meet the dude like six weeks into service. I was assistant teaching basketball gym class at this highschool, when the gym teacher introduced me to this other teacher at the school who apparently was a baller. He seemed pretty cool, in the following weeks we shot around, formed a stronger relationship, and I got to know some other guys who also like basketball, includig this guy Guille, who balls and owns a second hand sneaker and apparel store.
One day we went to Sigua, a city about an hour and 15 minutes away for a basketball game and to chill and party. Its a bigger city with more dance spots then where we live, and all Guille´s friends live there cause thats where he grew up. a couple weeks before, German was showing us these pictures of assault rifles on his phone and asking us if he should buy and resell them. I sited the immorality, Guille concurred, but understood the obligations of having to provide for his family(guille being a family man himself). Anyway, German pulled out a fat stack, about what i make in a month, so apparently he made the deal. After we had a bunch of drinks at this bar, i bounced to my homie Robert´s to burn (he´s this american dude who came to live w his dad in honduras after a career ending ankle injury fucked up his bball scholariship like 6 yrs ago). German wan gonna spend the night too, but once he left the bar and passed by Robert´s crib we decided just to head strait back to SB at like 2am, cause he insists he drives more tranquilo when he´s drunk, and we didnt want to miss our obligations the next morning.
On our way back, I took the opportunity to get to know him better so i asked him how old he was the first time he had sex. "12" he says, "guess how old she was?" Im like "14," He´s like "na, 26" I was like "HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" this nut ass Ali G motherfucker. when he was a kid he worked for his mom´s business where he had to make deliveries in an apartment building by his house. So this one woman was just like a pedofile or some shit and the first time he went over there she started feeling him up and then started suckin him off. then by like the second or third time he was smashin on her bed and he stopped goin over after like 6 times.
After this story, he had both finished our beers and we pulled over to put them on the highway and shoot at them w his burner that he always keeps in his wip. He sets up the corona bottle like 10 meters ahead of the car and I obviously blast that no problem one shot one kill and he´s all like "daaaaaaamn, Milo´s handy w the steel. oh shit i ain´t know!" we get back in the car cause hes just like "fuck it, I just wanted to see if you could shoot" I already knew he could shoot cause we had gone to this carnival a couple weeks before and he was merkin shit w this bb gun winning prizes and shit. So he starts telling me how his gun work is so on point. He got his first gun when he was like 12, and his uncles taught him how to shoot cause they were assassins. But then one day when he was 14 he was shooting around basketball w his homies when some dudes ran up on them all of a suddent everyone pulled out their straps out and started blasting. German clapped three dudes, one dude he shot two times in the leg and the chest, the other two dudes in the leg and like the arm or something, and he never found of if the dude he shot twice died or not. Shortly after that he moved from Puerto Cortez where he had been living to SB where we both live now. He had his first kid when he was 16, then another kid when he was 19 with a different baby´s momma here in SB and now has a new secret baby´s momma in Puerto Cortez that his other baby´s mommas dont know about. Now he´s a natural sciences highschool teacher, part time arms dealer and one of my main homies in Honduras.
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