How my ex screwed me out of my cash and belongings.
First published – July 23 2007.
Been saving this one for a while guys.
Its a long story that basically goes over how my ex screwed me out of my money and belongings during my stay in gaol.
I still cant decide if she set out to fleece me from the start or loved me and got greedy, make your own mind up on that one if you can.
It was a bit of a saga but if things are easy you learn nothing hey.
This is one of the blogs I have waited a fair while to write for several reasons.
Its about my ex girl and how she fucked me over while I was in prison things I discuss on my upcoming cd.
I wanted to wait until I was making enough noise around the place so she would read about it/hear about it and I think now there is a pretty good chance of that or if not yet some time soon.
I also wanted to wait till the album was nearly coming out because I have a message in it for her, so Bridget Murphy don‟t forget to cop “Raw Stories” there is a special message for you!
The fourth reason is the obvious one, revenge and retribution; she took advantage of me and in turn Im spillin the beans on her.
Publishing her true colours for anyone to read.
It is basically the story of how drugs and greed can twist some people‟s hearts right up.
It is the story of how I lost most of what I had due to trusting the wrong woman.
Im not to good with all the date‟s of when everything happened but it was some time in the year 2000 Im pretty sure and things for me were going really well.
I had a nice car, nice place to live and more people buying hooch of me then I had ever imagined possible.
I was doing business in the day and partying the nights away, good times.
Anyway I guess money attracts the wrong people and this chick (BRIDGET
MURPHY) had been scoring of me for a few years and had noticed how well I was doing these days so started the old flirt thing.
She was an attractive girl on the outside, pity I couldn‟t see how cold she really was.
So one night I get a call from Bridget‟s cousin seeing what I was up too, I knew what was up and said I was heading out to Civic.
I said I would be at Quattro‟s if they wanted to come down.
Later that night in a haze of E‟s and beer I hooked up with her and the saga began.
At first she was good I would run round till 11pm and she would come over once I was finished and watch a movie or what ever and then go to sleep and then at 8am the day would start again.
This was good for a while and she didn‟t complain then after a few weeks she started asking to move in.
I didn‟t think it was that good of an idea having a women that close with all the shit I was up to but after a fair bit of harassment I said we could try it out.
I had my younger sister living at my house also, the two were both fiery personalities and they didn‟t get along.
My sister moved in with a friend after only a couple of weeks telling me to break up with her, never one to take advice I didn‟t.
Being as busy as I was I was happy to have someone around making lunch, cleaning the place and mulling up for me and my mates.
I should have kept it like this but being young and stupid I fell in love with a hoe.
We became close and she was a really nice girl at first plus she past the shifty bitch test which was a process where you leave counted wads of cash in ya pocket that are all bunched up so they look like you haven‟t counted them.
She does the washing and gives it back, you count it.
You keep making the wads bigger as you can trust her more until ya got piece of mind.
Worked before but I guess this slag had staying power.
Things were cruisy and smooth until we were together for a few months, this piece of time haunts me as one of them life cross roads..lol I could still have made it out un scathed. Ha ha.
Bridget went out one morning and before I headed out of the house I grabbed a fresh pack of smokes from the draw and a guys phone number fell out.
I did the Sherlock Holmes and went through her shit finding a note scribbled on a pad of hers eluding to the fact she wanted to have a secret relationship with said named dude.
I was pissed and called her and broke it off picking up my good mate Ken for a few cones and getting into the days business.
I was so certain the shit was over that I lined up a Sat day night club thing with this chick I met and thought there that seals it.
New one in old one out.
So here comes the haunting cross road, A few days later I was returning home to grab some supplies cruising with Ken again as was often the case and Bridget is parked in the driveway.
I basically just told her to piss off, grabbed what I needed and left while she tried to show me some bullshit tattoo she got to represent us which was a joke.
So all day me and Ken are back and forth to my place and dropping off weed while Bridget just sat at the park across the street staring at us every time we drove in.
By late that night she had nearly broken me down and as I switched of the business phone and turned up my street I said to Ken if she is still here after all this I will give her another chance.
Unfortunately she was and I cancelled the date with the other chick.
One condition of us still seeing each other was that she tell me why she kept her phone on silent all the time and that was the next shit.
It turned out she had a disgruntled ex boyfriend named Sam ringing all the time to try and get her back then abusing her when she refused.
At first it had me a bit worried as I didn‟t know who Sam was, he was from Sydney not Canberra, miles away.
So I talked to him on the phone and he threatened me, we got into an argument which resulted in him saying he would come down from Sydney to “see me” with a gun.
This caught me by surprise so I told him to ring me back in a few hours.
I quickly rang a few mates looking for a gun of my own, finding a shot gun I could lend of a mate in Weston Creek area.
Sam returned my call and I arranged to meet him at a memorial spot he and Bridget had for a miscarried birth, it was the only spot he said he knew in Canberra besides place‟s like Civic etc.
He told me it would be four hours until he would be there so I had a feed and when the time came drove to the spot.
I sat there in the bush‟s waiting to get the jump on him until the sun came up and then I left as he never arrived.
Don‟t get me wrong Im no bloody John Rambo, I had no idea what I was going to do should he actually arrive armed up, I just wanted to solve the situation.
His calls to Bridget‟s phone stopped for two days until he rang and told me he was there the whole night which was amusing; he then began calling her like 30 – 40 times a day despite us all just taking the piss out of him every time he rang over a period of weeks.
In the end we got a new phone for her, this guy was delusional.
I turned the old phone on briefly again almost a year later and within 48 hrs he rang!
As this crap was brewing I remember thinking to myself “Dave you know you shouldn‟t be with this bitch, you must break up with her before you get any closer”
I was all ways a real organised cat and I could see I was letting someone in that could jeopardise everything.
I thought long and hard about getting this gitl away from my circle.
Then suddenly my world was rocked by the death of a close friend and a man that gave me a great deal of life advice that I still use to this day.
Tony Petrovic rest in peace my brother.
With Tony‟s death Bridget and I became very close.
It comforted me to have someone around me all the time.
Another thing I think that made me think we were so close was being high, not just the usual weed stuff but other drugs to.
I had always got in to a few other substances when clubbing and partying but weekdays were for business.(other then weed of course).
I remember the day of Tone‟s funeral, straight afterward she was suggesting we score a bunch of party drugs.
Being depressed I thought it was a good idea and with a few other mates we went on a bender for a few weeks before stopping to get back into routine.
Me and one of the mate‟s made a pact to never go on such a big bender and to only get into the narcotics with each other present, he could see what Bridget was trying to do, fund an endless 24/7 party lifestyle.
I found out years later that she had been with this “Sam” when he received a huge compensation payout only to bleed him dry in a year and leave.
I was raided by police and charged with several offences related to dealing shortly after my friend passed and with my pending armed robbery case and current good behaviour bond/suspended gaol term I was really stressed.
With Bridget still appearing as the loving concerned girlfriend I began to need her in my life.
It was then she began emotionally blackmailing me into constantly buying drugs and if that didn‟t work she would just scream and throw tantrums until I caved in and scored or got to embarrassed if mates were over.
Either way I would buy her whatever she wanted and who ever was around would have some.
With all the court crap going on I was pretty sure the AFP were all over me so I got a runner in and paid him to do all the leg work while I lay low.
I moved with Bridget to Nggunawal which at the time was a new suburb on the edge of Canberra.
I was thinking I would lay low, settle down, legitimize some larger amounts of money and most of all I could use the time to get my court stuff all finalized.
Oh how wrong I was!
With the new found free time things went ballistic.
My only tasks were to buy a large quantity of weed once or twice a week, restock my runner every three days while scooping up my profit and in between I‟d meet my big clients once or twice a day as they rang me or visited from interstate.
So basically all we did all day was woke up got high all day, went shopping, went to the club, went to dinner or went on holiday.
It was nuts and yeah it was a lot of fun too but it cost a damn fortune.
All the business sense and money smarts went out the window too.
It was all about having a good time 24/7.
One thing I hadn‟t factored in to my plans was the fact that the runner I had on was, well, to put it plain a joke of a salesman.
He would be late, ignore phone calls and so within six or so months he had dropped my profits by 70%.
At around this time Bridget caused me to be robbed by the Australian federal police for cash and drugs which just went along with how things were beginning to pan out for me.
Spending more then ever on this ridiculous lifestyle, legal bills, the rip off and the drop in profit saw me and Bridget chopping through the cash much faster then it was coming in.
In some sort of crazy rebellion I decided to get rid of the runner despite my legal situation and to do things myself again.
It was that or stop blowing madd coin so yeah I took the reigns again.
I don‟t know what the hell I was thinking, not much aye due to all the drugs I was consuming I guess but I moved back to the southside to Manuka and hit the bizo as hard as I could.
Within weeks I had surpassed my old profits and reached new heights but then something terrible happened.
The worst weed drought I had ever dealt through.
Normally I loved a small drought it cleaned out the part timers who didn‟t have the cash to wait it out.
For the first couple of months I was enjoying the freedom of having nothing to do.
It was at a point where maybe every two weeks I would score about a days worth of supplies sell it in minutes as nothing was around and party for another two or even three weeks.
By now the lifestyle I thought was nuts had got even more chaotic, with little money coming in and our drug fuelled party lifestyle hitting its peak my once fairly large nest egg was dwindling away.
Even when supplies did pop up there were times when I would go and sell it all in one go and the profit would be gone that day!
Finally as the drought hit its worst and my Supreme Court trial for the armed robbery loomed near we spent the last of my profit.
This didn‟t worry me to much as the amount I was using to buy my weed was at the point that I could dip in for quite some time without affecting business.
But some how we seemed to be making a real chop of it and got right down to around 20% of it at which point the crazyness had to stop.
Unfortunately my Supreme Court trial was underway and with a maximum sentence of 25yrs I was still getting high through the trial to keep from facing reality.
Toward the end of the trial I gave a sum of cash to my regular weed supplier in case I was to get locked so he would be ready to hook up who ever I put in charge if or when the time came.
When I was first locked up I wasn‟t to sure how long it would be for and I hoped for the best.
Using Bridget as my organizer and a mate as a runner I kept things alive while I was locked up.
My regular weed dealer was still dry during my first two weeks inside though which caused a lot of headaches.
Bridget was crying poor every time she came in to visit me despite the large amount of cash I left her which I expected to last months.
Luckily a guy I knew from my outside weed transactions was also locked up in my yard and through him I credited a large quantity of weed to be dropped off to Bridget payable in a few days.
With the drought the stuff went like lightning but then Bridget came to visit telling me she was thousands short to pay my mates people!
Just in time my regular weed supplier got some product and dropped it to my girl so I thought things were sweet as the profit from them sales would cover all plus leave plenty to spend.
Some how she didn‟t pay the debt so I have her doing business through my regular guy and this mate I still owe has now left my gaol for another gaol and his people are putting the heavy on my girl and certain associates on the outside to pay up.
Awaiting trial and stressing out not to mention drama‟s I had running my own thing inside.
I didn‟t need this extra hassle, luckily I got a group of real heavy dudes to kill the whole money owing drama for me after a lot of time spent on the prison phone and a lot of head miles.
I then took the running of the business from Bridget leaving my long time best mate in charge who would also take advantage of me but that will be a blog next month.
So business returned to normal and Bridget was visiting me regularly, I suspect it was because I was still funding her party lifestyle through my mate/runner.
She would spend the money I would get sent to her each morning and be getting more from my runner by the afternoon.
I would have him give her 300 – 500 bucks and by four or five in the arvo she would be getting another 300 and sometimes more at night.
As my little gaol drug operation was making my time inside smoother and she was bringing the stuff into me I allowed her to continue spending all my profit like a nutter.
I still wasn‟t sure if she really loved me or not as I hadn‟t been sentenced yet but I was sure that being given some time would provide the proof either way and I continued on.
Besides it also makes it easier I think if you have a woman who is waiting for you, some how connecting you to the world.
The day my sentence was handed down I received 5 years and that was the last day I saw Bridget and all most the last contact we had.
She changed her number as soon as I hit the NSW prison system.
I had people on the outside get me her new number and we spoke, she was adamant she was going to wait for me and told me she had a card and was visiting.
The phone call of course ended in me having cash wired to her.
I decided not to give her anymore cash and so our next two months of phone calls were her promising to visit/send mail and me promising to send cash.
Over the next six months I got reports from people saying that she had sold my cars (that were in her name a plan originally designed as a way around my shifty record).
She was selling my home cinema, furniture and all my valuables to fund her party lifestyle.
I would question her and she would deny it.
My love became hate and since I didn‟t trust her anymore I ignored her reports that my mate wasn‟t saving any money for me or planning to do the right thing.
I figured she was lying.
I then stopped all contact with Bridget, I think it began as a test to see if she would contact me if I didn‟t ring her and then became “Fuck that bitch”
The reports she had sold my stuff turned out to be true.
What she couldn‟t sell, things like my personal effects, photo‟s, a soccer ball I got as a 21st gift from my man Tony Petrovic not long before he passed on she abandoned.
She left it all in my apartment as she hadn‟t paid the bills and had to move out.
I don‟t know where she went but I guess to some dickhead with loose pockets.
I got a letter from her around 5 or 6 months before I was due to be released saying she was sorry and just couldn‟t bare to see me in gaol as it hurt her to much.
The letter was basically asking if I would please move in with her upon release.
I rang on the number supplied and asked about mail and staying in touch, she just stuttered.
I did get some personal satisfaction though, its evil but I was glad to hear she was now a prostitute to supply her still not ended party.
During the call I basically rubbed her face in her current occupation and talked about karma before hanging up, that was the last time we spoke.
To this day I still cant work her out.
I think “was she ever in love with me”
“Did she become greedy for money and drugs or did she intend to fleece me from the beginning”
I don‟t think I will ever know.
If I see her I would ask her but that would detract from the effect of me spitting in her face.
If she did fleece me on purpose well 10/10 for being the shiftiest snake I have ever met, you got me bitch, that won‟t ever happen again.
If she did love me, How the hell could you do that to me bitch.
Anyoo Bridget I bask in the glory of being in love with my girl Stacey and awaiting our first child together.
I have fought my way back into a good life and you probably continue to pimp your soul for a dollar.
Take what you will from what happened readers, Im not trying to win anyone over just lay the facts out bare.
I have learned many lessons from what happened, as you would imagine there was a lot more to it.
Hopefully you can get something out of reading this; if not I hope the shit was at least a good read.
It was a fairly interesting experience to live through!!
Back soon.