A shifty little thief named Ben.
First published – June 14 2007.
I picked up this little shit to do the right thing one day not realising I was helping get away from a robbery.
Almost got me in a right bloody mess it did.
I was dropping of some weed to a government apartment complex you guys in Canberra would know as Stuart flats back in 2002.
One of my clients on the top floor had just had me come by and I was just leaving when I noticed a bit of hoo haa toward the end of the apartment carpark.
Having dealt around these flats for years I knew a few people in each block so I wandered over to see what the fuss was about.
It turned out a huge group of lads waiting for a young 18 year old trouble maker named Ben to arrive home claiming he had stripped the stereo etc from there car.
They were talking with his girlfriend and she told me he was at the shops and was to worried to come home.
I went down toward the shops and found him on the side of the road.
Being a bleeding heart I agreed to escort him back to his flat as he was nearly in tears.
I didn‟t ask him if he stole the stereo and stuff I really didn‟t give a shit I had my own problems at the time, pending gaol etc so I just told him to watch his actions.
I escorted him to his back door and didn‟t run into any of the guys which that were hunting him was good.
As I drove away I saw the group of lads leaving and figured that would be it.
A few hours later I was back in the area and pulled up at Manuka shops to see another client, Manuka shops is right near Stuart flats.
As I reverse out to leave after doing the business I see a guy running up the street in my rear view mirror, he was screaming so loud that I could hear him over the bass to The real slim shady.
Then I realize its Ben the young guy from before and so I hit reverse, back the car up to him and let him jump in and we take of just in time, door of the car still hanging open and all.
Thinking it was the guys from before Im like “so did you take that stereo dickhead cause I wont always save your ass” and the cheeky little bastard is like “nah man I just robbed a café back there”
Straight away I was stressing out as I had a boot full of stankin ass skunk.
I quickly flew up the street and parked my car then the two of us ran down to Bens dingy flat.
I was half way through a smoke and cussing at Ben while he was burning all the evidence and hiding his cash when suddenly there was a knock at the door, that cop knock, real loud and bland like most coppers do.
I was just weeks away from a Supreme Court trial and I wasn‟t getting done for this shit so I headed into Bens bedroom shutting the door behind me.
I was listening to what was going on from behind the bedroom door as the front door came open and the Police asked about a robbery involving a car registered to me!
Then they came in the flat, Bens girl had answered the door and when they asked permission to enter she said yes.
As they came in I dived on to Bens bed and under his doona.
I could hear there voices as they got closer to the bedroom.
As they said „were going take a look in your bedroom‟ I reconsidered my piss weak hiding place and just as the door handle turned I leapt behind the opening door.
The two cops walked in and looked around but not behind the door, I even saw the back of one of there heads as he looked in the cupboard next to me.
After this they looked in the rest of the house and then left.
I gave it ten minutes and then snuck through the flat complex and to my car heading home to clean out my stash and money moving it to a storage place I had in Fyshwick.
I didn‟t hear anything else about this which was heaps weird, I was locked up just weeks later and the cops raided my flat while I was on remand perhaps that was why as they never told me the reason for that raid.
I haven‟t seen Ben since that day, last I heard was he was pimping his girlfriend to pay for drugs.
What a fuckwit aye.
So yeah got a bit more action then I bargained for picking up that little shit, oh well though shit happens.