This one crackhead was using me for some shelter and some money swearing he was going to pay me back (yeah, terrible idea in retrospect), but I assumed he was going to make good since he was running 8 hour shifts on the corner every so often slinging coke and dope. I foolishly ended up out like 80 bucks, and found out how much he used his girlfriend for money and stuff when she just wanted to get him help and get him right.
He also didn't have a cellphone, and would constantly use mine. So I had his girlfriend's number, and his hood contact's number. After I got fed up with him, I ended up calling up his girlfriend and blowing up his spot with her, about everything that was going on. He was trying to get her to send some money so he could buy drugs with it for the both of us while he played her asking for a bus ticket to get out of the hood.
Well, my anger really stemmed that time I got fucked up, and he stole 5 dollars from right next to me that I was intending on using for smokes to go buy himself a rock of crack. That was the tipping point. He lied about it. Even helped me look for it. After that I was like fuck this.
He was mad about that, but overall was like "why should I give a shit what some white boy has to say. There's no reason she's going to believe you." He ended up disappearing for a few days, and I got a call from his block rock connect asking me if I've seen G (his handle), I was like "Nah, man what's up?" Animal responded, "Yo he stole 3 bundles of coke from me, if you see him could you let me know?" Being that he fucked me over I was glad to oblige.
A couple days later, G is outside my place and was yelling at my window, "Yo! njstein!" and after opening the window and queried his arrival followed up with, "Don't I owe you something?" Immediately I called up Animal and was like "yo did G ever get back to you? He's right outside my place." I gave him the location and G hung up immediately after that.
I got my neighbor to come downstairs with me just in case he tried pulling some shit, G didn't have anything for me, but he did borrow my phone to call his girl for a bit. After that he walked off to a Chinese shop. I left the hood a couple days later to move home and recover from all the bullshit I've been through, but a week or two later I got a call from G's girlfriend, asking if I've seen him at all. I told her I moved home and haven't seen him at all.
Several months later I gave her a text asking her if she dealt with G since then, and she sent back a despondent, "I don't know..."
90% sure I got that dude killed. A week prior to him stealing the coke they thought this one guy stole some shit from the block and beat his ass so bad an ambulance had to scrape him off the pavement.