Crack Story #1
Squirrels go nuts on crack
South London squirrels after different kind of stash
Apparently, people over in a part of jolly ole’ Britain have been seeing squirrels acting all cracked up and crazy. Part of me thinks this shit is a joke, or some elaborate hoax. And yet, seeing what the crack can do, I can sort of believe this type of shit might be happening.
They are digging up the stashes and eating the mega-addictive drug, which comes in small chunks.
Several have been spotted behaving bizarrely in Brixton, South London, since a police blitz against pushers and users.
A friend of mine had a dog who used to act all fucked up and crazy. He told me that he thought the dog was getting high off the weed he was smoking. He once had to beat the dog when it knocked a stash of weed off his bed. He found the dog sniffing at the shit all over his bedroom floor.
I often noticed the dog acting funny, falling over repeatedly, barking for no apparent reason, then stopping, and going to sleep pretty much anywhere at the drop of a hat. At the time, I didn’t think it was the drugs. I blamed the dog’s strange behavior more on the fact that my man used to abuse it, beating and kicking it, throwing it around. I just thought he had beaten the sense out of the dog.
It seemed more likely because, unfortunately, people tend to abuse their pets where I’m from. They cut off the tip of the ears. They cut the vocal cords so the dogs can’t bark. They pit their dogs against others in brutal dog fights. I remember as a kid finding a dog in the alley limping. I was walking back home with a friend of mine. When the dog spotted us, he went off, barking and spitting. If his legs weren’t so fucked up, I’m sure it would have taken us out. Why? Because all dogs have it in them to take a brother out.
Throughout my living, I’ve learned one thing: never trust a dog. Some people worry about gangbangers jumping them, or weird rapist looking dudes molesting them. Me. I don’t worry about that shit. I worry about dogs. If I’m walking through some fucked up neighborhood, the first thing I’m checking for is for roaming mutts. I’ve been attacked and had to break out and run too many times to not worry about them beyotches.
I worry about dogs more than I worry about gangbangers and crack heads. Although, crackheads are second on my list, followed by a pack of dumb ass teenagers. You can’t trust crackheads like you can’t trust dogs. They tend to react in ways you can’t predict. I recently came home from work one day to find my phone wasn’t working. I later found out that the crackheads had cut and ripped the fiber optic lines throughout most of my neighborhood, apparently so they could sell the shit for crack.
If you hear about weird shit like that happening, it’s usually a crackhead, or a teenager. Same goes for most murders and burglaries. I recently read about some old chick who was found murdered in her senior citizen building. Guess who did the shit? A crackhead teenager. The dude killed his own grandmother for a couple of bills. Now ain’t that some sad shit.
That’s why it’s best to be on the look out. Make sure you never let an animal get too close to you. You can’t trust any of these animals out here, be it man or beast.
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