I dont want to jazz this up any so I will just get into it.
I am currently working with my father in NY. We each have a liquor store. He is crazy. REALLY nuts.
The guy used to send me on deliveries in NYC when we had a meat market at all sorts of god forsaken hours WITHOUT a license...16 years old..... loaded
to the brim with boxes of meat for example..... Hunt down people that owed him money and try to make them pay (no not mafia style or violent, just a
pain in the ass and from 12pm to 7am all over NYC) ....Buy ox tail at 2 AM from a jamaican guy in the bronx to deliver it to a dominican fry truck at
3...ECT....just Crazy stuff on his end. Pure fire.
SO today we get an order for some crap from a little club in our area. I am currently with one of our employees in queens delivering to another club
when my dad calls us and tells us to shoot over to harlem to buy some crap we didnt have on stock from another liquor store. ILLEGAL BTW. But what
ever, its 11:00 and we have an hour to get the crap since by law all liquor stores have to be closed by 12 and still have to deliver it. My day
started at 9 AM mind you and this is always happening...
We get to this crap liquor store in a "death to all" part of Harlem and the employee with me goes inside with the bundle of cash (dangerous BTW!) to
buy the crap we simply HAD TO SELL to this crap little club.
I am waiting outside when this freshly released convict walks up to me drunk out of his mind and drugged on some crap and starts to insist that I give
him my phone. CRAP.
I am smoking a cigarette and I do the usual NY "you dont exist now" thing...but he is not having it.
He starts screaming and spitting all over the car and punching phone booths. I start getting interested in this situation.
I realise that the NY "you dont exist now" routine is not going to work on this guy. The racial slurs against me and the general "I am going to rape
you" look he was giving was very telling. "fresh white meat" was mentioned a few times.....so no.
SO I go into the usual "I am going to kill you where you stand" mode with the full commitment to start scrapping right there just so he doesnt grow
even bigger balls with me. We exchange screams of curses and threats until he starts going ape isht along with myself. Then I go into silent mode just
waiting for him to cross into my personal space.
At this point I am losing my mind and refuse to NOT fight this guy. I really wanted /needed to. Luckily enough, I guess, the guy who for some reason
sweeps that one section of the side walk all day chases the convict drunk tard away....for like 1 minute.
He returns and at this point acts like he is going to open my door and pull me out of the car I sat back in. I very calmly put the car into reverse,
aim the car at him, and then put it into drive. I was going to run him over, get out and beat him to a bloody pulp.
He sees this and realises "isht just got real" and calms down, not verbally, but he stepped down. He stood there for a hot second trying to sum the
situation since I know he knew I really was going to make his and my night MUCH MUCH worse at this point.
A bystander, one of many hood rats chilling on the steps, kind of laughing at me and the guy being retarded NYers, got up and very calmly, very chill,
just waved for me to stop and let it be. I do.
So maybe 2 minutes goes by and guess who is back.....washing my window with a piss soaked rag.....yup-
At this point I laugh a little and just play with the radio...as I am screaming inside and thinking of the ways I could bring scorched earth hell upon
that corner in harlem....the ex con guy then goes to be a crazy psychopath to a nice car that pulled up with some crap music playing very loudly.
When the driver of that car nervously retrieved his passenger and left, the drunken tard ex con sees me again and proceeds to start it all up
again....this time he whips his junk out and very menacingly begins waving it at me and making demonic faces like he is literally going to rape
SO as he walks over to the car again like he plans on having an in depth conversation with the side of my head....I snap. I was convinced that I would
spend the night in jail at this point because I saw no way out other than REALLY hurting this guy. HE was jacked....A bloody nose wasnt going to do
it. I really would have had to break his arm or something or just beat him until he was unconscious.
again though, he doesnt commit to the final stretch and doesnt make a move to grab me or anything. me?......PISSED. I´m REALLY PISSED at this point.
He spent the entire time spitting ALL OVER the car....threatening me, doing crazy crap....and making me think of killing another person......
then the employee comes out and and we load the crap...I am freaking out and throwing the crap into the vehicle which freaked him the F out since I
was basically blaming him for taking his sweat ass time...( I apologized later)......and we leave.
I left out allot but it was so freaking "out there" and some how perfectly normal for harlem at 12pm...that I just cant think of it now...oh yeah, the
cops came at one point and just "woop wooped" him from their car and left...never got out....
SO anyways we get back to my store and I get into my dads car which was parked in front. HE CLOSED his store like a prince and was just chilling on
the phone waiting for his barbie doll wife to walk out of the bodega. She stopped for something.
I tell him that this crap has to stop...referring to my lifetime of experiences of crazy crap he has put on my plate since as long as I can
remember....and he acts like I am being an ass.....ME?!?!
I can not describe the many situations his crazy and warped mind has placed me in. He really is something else.
He then tells me that I live in a fantasy world because I asked him if he couldnt just "tell the crap club that he didnt have the crap in stock and
that neither did I and that they would get it tomorrow"....because somehow to him its normal to send two people he supposedly loves into harlem at 12
at night with several thousand dollars to pick up boxes of liquor.....
At this point and for MANY reasons I cant legally get into here, I want to just sell my store to one of his other partners he has and forget about the
restaurant we are supposed to open up together. I want to throw an ash tray at his head at this point...not stay in business with him.
I have spent the last month warding off state liquor inspectors because of one of his crazy schemes and I am stressed out. I could possibly be in
serious FEDERAL trouble since he implicated my store and on top of that I now have to fight off box cutter holding, freshly released ex cons on crack
because the dumbass cant just say "sorry we are out".......
AHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love him but I think I need to cash out. The guy is my father and all, but he is incapable of living a normal life and so no one around him is
allowed to. "NO" is just a postponement of his twisted ideas coming into fruition and I am starting to freak the F out.
I am really thinking of just telling immigration to screw it, and that I dont want my wifes papers done. I WANT TO MOVE TO MEXICO and be with my
family. OH yeah, my wife and kid are in mexico now on top of it all since my wifes papers are not in order and she needs to be in Mexico for me to get
her crap in order. I am tired, I am hungry since I had to skip dinner, and I miss the people I most love.....ugh.
I am done.
edit on 4-8-2013 by tadaman because: (no reason given)