Stabbed in the back by my best mate.
First published – July 29 2007.
In a man's life there are moments that effect the outcome of your whole existence and to Me this time of my life was one of those moments.
This is the tale of a series of events that lead to a major cross road in my life.
I built a lucrative cannabis business and was then locked away in prison leaving my so called best mate in charge.
My so called best mate used my situation to take advantage of me and ruin everything that I had worked for out of per greed.
On the other hand he forced me to consider another lifestyle so I made a change and focused on my music.
This is a change I am so happy I made so it is ironic that such a negative situation could turn out so well.
I could philosophise on the situation forever but instead here is the story of how trusting a snake changed my destiny.
The story of how greed can change a friend into a cold hearted enemy.
Enjoy.
Back again,
First off before I begin I want to say many thanks to everyone that reached out to me after my blog concerning my ex shafting me.
The emails were much appreciated.
I consider the end of the story I am about to tell a major turning point in my life and the whole saga is an event that is still in effect in my life right now.
I have waited patiently to write this blog and just as patiently for my album to drop containing a dis track aimed at the main character in it.
I will tell the whole story but won‟t be dropping his name yet.
I will drop his name on the album.
As far as the dis track on my album goes, the heat is mainly aimed at arresting officers, Judge‟s etc but above all them this guy would be right on the top of the list.
I will post the list of targets in the song and the reasons they all cop it when my cd hits stores.
This blog itself could actually cause a bit of a shit storm for me but that is sweet I back everything I say as I always do.
So here we go!
For the stories sake I will call the main guy in it V, you will know his name soon enough.
I don‟t know where to begin with this story as me and V go way back as far as high school.
We grew up in the same suburb, Torrens ACT, both shifty bastards, both loved sports.
We hung out with the same crew, drank and smoked bud together, best mates.
We had our moments fighting as most young mates do.
Mostly juvenile things like the time he stole some basketball cards from me and so I broke into his house and stole some of his stuff in return.
He through eggs at my house, I smashed up the front of his, mainly just children‟s games.
I had his back from day one and I thought it was vice versa.
When we were young, about 15 or 16 I had this flat in Mawson and I would let him live there for free when he needed to as a real mate does.
As we grew up into young men 18 or 19 he went on the dole and I sold weed.
For six months or so V got a job at a sex shop but that didn‟t last and so I took him under my wing again despite protests from friends that claimed he was a no good dog.
I supported V and basically kept him alive for months until he moved into a flat at his mother‟s house.
Over time my weed operation began to prosper in a major way and the first thing I wanted to do was bring in a mate as I had done before on several occasions in years past.
My first choice was V as I considered him the guy I could trust most.
With a lot of police heat on me I offered V a job running pot around for me so I could lay low and I could also help him out at the same time.
I could have got someone a lot cheaper then I had paid him but it comes down to mates rates, loyalty n all that.
V at this stage had been living in this flat of his Mums underneath her house for quite a while with some ugly red head lady friend.
It was basically a weed smoking half way house most of the time.
Having watched V basically become a bum I was happy to rescue my old mate from the shit existence he was living.
V was eeking out a life smoking pot all day and watching tv while waiting for dole checks to come in or sponging of his girl.
You could see in his eyes he had no pride left.
I went to his hovel of a flat and offered him $1250 a week plus half an ounce of smoko to run around for me for ten hours a day, pretty good considering it was tax free.
V was keen as f**k to get involved and he had a little experience doing runs for me.
A month earlier V had destroyed my Nissan Maxima on the way to a concert and run around for the past month to pay back the $5000 plus it cost me to fix it.
I had used his car during this time and as it was a bucket it died on me, I fully repaired it for him and he was ready for work.
As is usually my rule in these blogs I won‟t get into amounts I was selling but V was very busy running around and at first things were good.
V had some pride back again and some coin in his pocket.
I had a chance to spend some time relaxing.
It was around this time that I was caught by the AFP taking out some local competition from my area.
The case as you may know landed me a five year prison sentence; V was present at the event but ran away half way through like a true coward.
Neither I nor any of my mates that were involved in the trial ever mentioned V‟s name officially and we never will.
Despite this act of solidarity V did not visit or write to any of us while we served time!
So anyway I had V run for me for around six months but he was a piss poor salesman with no work ethic or people skills so the business I had him handling steadily declined until at the six month point profit was down 70%!
I was forced to let V go his own way and I even paid for him to visit the Czech Republic for a holiday after I let him go.
We barely saw each other for a long time when he returned, I continued moving weed and he went back to the small flat under his Mums house.
I think he thought I owed him because we were mates but the guy would have sent us both broke.
So we went our separate ways for a bit but still stayed in touch.
Then around 2002 I went to gaol and once inside was faced with the dilemma of running my business from lock up.
At first I had my girl of the time in charge.
She would score, handle the nest egg and meet with me at the remand centre with V
who had re appeared on the scene after my incarceration doing the leg work.
This didn‟t last long as my girl of the time would blow way to much cash.
With little time before I was going to be sent off to the NSW prison system I knew I would fade into memory or maybe at best become a voice on the phone, years from coming back.
I met V in the visit centre of the Symonston remand centre in Canberra for a meeting.
In the hasty meeting we agreed that he would save me 50% of all profit for the first year and every year after that he would put away an un named substantial sum.
We were that tight I thought that I didn‟t even need to specify the amount of the substantial sum or ask him to keep records.
We shook hands and that was a solid agreement.
I was shipped to the NSW prison system with my life and relationships in tatters but I took comfort in the fact my mate V had my back and once released I would return to the world with a very tidy sum of money and a business to run.
I took comfort except for one strange fact.
V did not show at my court case.
During my years inside I discovered that my now ex girl had sold all my belongings and spent all of my money.
What she couldn‟t sell was just left in my apartment where she hadn‟t paid the bills and that stuff was also lost.
Through V I had been looking after her financially in the beginning but once I felt no love I stopped paying up.
I would call V in the first months of my sentence and talk, a familiar voice was comforting.
I should have began to question his motives then because I would always start the conversation with “Hows things” and he would always reply “business is ok, fairly busy”.
I always thought it was weird he would think of the business first despite the circumstances I faced.
What angle was he playing?
After those first few months in gaol the whole system became my life and so I ceased calling everyone except for family.
V had always promised a visit on the phone but never came in to do so during the whole 2 and a half years I ended up serving.
Say what you want to say.
It is what it is.
Once I stopped phoning people I turned to writing.
An evening would often be me in the cell writing letters and raps.
I wrote V several letters telling him how when I got out we were going to get paid big and then sell my business.
It would be full steam ahead on my release etc.
V never wrote me a single reply!
Say what you want to say.
It is what it is.
With no letter coming back I began trying to call him again but the number I left him had been disconnected.
I had to resort to having others track him down and when they did he would lie and say he was going to visit me.
Many people suspected he was trying to hide and rip me off, a theory I disagreed with then but one which I now agree with.
As my release day came closer I had someone send me V‟s number and I began calling him and planning to catch up after I got out.
It had been very difficult for my people to get hold of him and when I would ring him he now never mentioned the business except a brief speech concerning a robbery on his house and losing some cash and product.
I later heard from many people he was frantic about my pending release and that the robbery on him he spoke of was only months before my release date, if that.
Looking at it now it seems very convenient that he was robbed right before I got out.
When I was released I was banned from Canberra and so some of the crew came up to celebrate with me in Wollongong, the place parole had me living.
The first to arrive was V who looked very nervous when we first shook hands until my excitement to see him, his new girl and his new baby put him at ease.
The first night business was not discussed; we simply caught up over beers, e‟s and some clubbing.
The first time we discussed business was in a taxi to a night club on the second night of celebrations.
V had turned to me and blurted out a speech that I could tell he had wanted to fire at me for a long time.
V told me he had been robbed by a guy we knew named Matt of a large sum of money that he had waiting for me.
He said Matt had taken most of his product as well and with the new family he just couldn‟t get back on his feet.
Despite the fact he didn‟t have the huge sum of cash for me I was in such a good mood E‟d up and newly free.
I told him he was a good mate and could have the business; I said that I was just glad to see him well.
He told me he would keep me in the money and that the business was always mine anyway should I make a come back.
I could see the business was now maybe ten percent of what it once had been anyway.
For weeks I would just have V give me the cash as I needed it and I caught up with the friends and family I had missed while locked up.
I celebrated a lot.
Then a funny thing happened to that really should have alerted me to how much of a dog V was.
I spotted Matt from the alleged robbery on V and began heading over to beat the shit out of him when I was stopped by V, we disputed the merits of my beating Matt up.
Stunned about the situation I did as V asked and pulled up.
I thought the whole situation was suspicious and I really should have started planning my back up options then.
Once the honey moon of release was over I realized I would have to make a choice.
Would I get back into business as planned or try something new and legal in the form of a small business opportunity I had.
I sat in Wollongong and thought hard about what I should do.
While sitting in the Gong I ran in to old friends and I did a few big deals then caught the bug for money again.
At the time I told myself I had no choice but to start dealing again or I would go broke.
I now see it was just greed for money and the lifestyle I had left behind before my prison stay.
I spoke with V and told him I would be returning to Canberra.
This totally caught him by surprise as I was banned from the city.
I think he thought I would be so far away that he still had time to manoeuvre and shaft me before I could return to our home city and take the reigns.
We agreed we would go halves in the business and get a second house in Canberra for me to live in quietly.
This worked smoothly for a while until I began to get in to trouble with the parole board.
First I was caught smoking pot then I was alleged to have been in Canberra by an anonymous informant and fronted the parole board receiving a second chance.
With my freedom shaky V began to hide things from me concerning amounts of cash and weights of weed.
I would question him and he would always reply that things had been slow, I could not dispute this as I could not be to hands on which restricted my view of how things were running.
Judging from other local weed dealers I knew and how busy they were at the time I knew he was full of shit.
At this point I now had a girlfriend I was serious about (Stacey) and I was beginning to see V was a bad DOG.
The tides of change were shifting.
In the past I would have just beaten him up and taken what was mine.
I‟d sacked him before.
The problem was that in doing so I would create the situation of either needing a runner or having to run business myself.
This was impossible with me not legally allowed in Canberra and the fact that I now realised V is the sort of guy that would tell police and parole should I destroy him.
V began to see I couldn‟t really do too much and as long as he gave me enough cash to continue living with him and my girl in Canberra rent a house in Wollongong and have some spending money I would be basically docile.
My position was obvious.
I couldn‟t bite the hand that was feeding me even though it was my business we were living off.
Around Dec/Jan 2006 I decided to start a small business on a separate phone as a back up plan should my so called best mate try and stab me in the back.
Nothing to big just something that could support a couple of rental houses and living expenses.
This began well, I didn‟t lie about it to V.
I was above board and simply told V that if his claims were true and we were not doing well then I needed to boost our funds.
I began doing well and in a matter of weeks it looked as though my new “bizo” would surpass the main “bizo” for profit.
I say it looked that way because it never got that far.
I‟d just started laying the ground work when things turned.
One morning I received a call from a “friend” that wanted me to visit with some
“stuff”.
I got to this friends house ten minutes after he called only to walk in on a drug raid!
I was not caught with any product so I was allowed to walk away.
Unfortunately the AFP had written down my id details and hours later a check revealed to the them that it had been me they caught and with my Canberra “ban” in effect my parole officer contacted me straight away.
I admitted being in Canberra, I had no choice.
They alleged I breached my parole and set a hearing date for me to sit before the board.
I still continued to return to our Canberra safe house, mainly because I had Stacey there and partly for the business as I now did not trust V at all.
I figured as soon as I disappeared he was going to go into hiding with my business and money.
I heard reports from people he had even tried to plan a quick move into hiding while I was in Wollongong visiting parole but he failed to put it together.
Despite what V was doing I remained loyal to the fullest, it‟s just in my nature I guess.
An enemy V had, one he was very scared of had threatened to come up to Canberra to kick his ass brutally using the use of guns and back up.
I thought that if I backed V on this he would see how deep my loyalty went and maybe realise what he was doing on other fronts!
I organized a gun and spent the night that the guy was suppose to visit with V.
I was the only friend of his that did this despite his many phone calls to others.
V never even thanked me for backing him!
A few days later I spoke with my solicitor and things looked bad concerning the hearing.
It looked as though I would go back inside for another 2 and a half years.
While in Canberra I rarely left the house except to visit friends or go to the shops, I had to keep a low profile.
V would run around all day and I had no idea what he would sell like quantities and deal sizes.
V began to tell people the business was his and I had no claim to it.
NEVER to my face but always behind my back.
He was still however giving me some cash which of course made him look the joke to people he said it to.
V even began to be rude to me for the first time in our lives; he had always been a spineless coward in the past.
He even began to be rude to me in public, he would bag me out in front of friends sometimes until I would be ready to smash him at which point he would leave the room or suddenly speak nicely to me sensing he was about to cop it.
I think he knew he had me in a really tight jam because it would all ways run the same.
He would try and build himself up in front of people by talking down to me until I would have a gut full of it and I‟d warn him he was about to get his head taken off and of course he would be all „ Need a drink Dave? Need any cash Dave? Back to his true colours.
I fronted the parole board and only my solicitor saved my ass from prison after my parole officer told the board I was a danger to society.
Tim Sharman the champion criminal solicitor he is gave me a huge discount on his fee due to the loss at the docks last time round.
Despite the risks involved I still returned to Canberra as I would rather have gone back to prison then lost my girl Stacey and my business.
V could see how paranoid I was about life though and he thrived on it.
I think I was having a few problems upstairs at this point as all I had waited years in a cell for had turned out to be just another episode of f**k Dave over episode.
Plus it was at the hands of the one guy I was sure I could trust.
V began giving me very little cash I would have to persistently ask him for cash to travel to Wollongong for parole etc and on occasions his mucking about almost had me missing parole meetings but Im sure that was his plan.
He wanted me back in the big house!
While I was gone he had basically slid in to my life and he didn‟t want to give it up.
I began to question him about the reports I was hearing that the business wasn‟t mine now and for the first time ever he said to my face that he had a claim to the business and he no longer owed me anything.
Well not exactly to my face…quietly over his shoulder in a pooncey tone as he left the room.
I reminded him of the realty as he scurried off to the shower mumbling.
He continued to give me limited cash and I am a really loyal friend so things stayed relatively civil.
I told him about my plans of becoming a rapper at which he laughed telling me white guys rapping are embarrassing.
I asked if he wanted to attend an open mic/battle I was going to of course he didn‟t.
For the next couple of weeks he would be rude and sarcastic but would never speak honestly.
I would demand my money and share of the business and he would run from the house with me in toe leaving a couple of hundred dollars or what ever on the kitchen bench.
He slept near the back door on a mattress with a knife or sword when he was home.
I would wake up and sit right next to him and eat my coco pops just to fuck with his head.
By early April V and I had an argument while drinking and I threw one of his mates through his computer as I tried to get at V as he hid in the kitchen.
I was beginning to reach breaking point; only the fear of losing Stacey and returning to prison was keeping V from being in serious trouble.
Days later I was sitting in my bedroom watching tv with Stacey when V came running in the room screaming “Ive been robbed”.
He had been keeping the product in a car in the car port with the alarm on but someone had just smashed the window in and taken the goods.
I suspect he thought I wanted to rob him of what was mine and that is why he kept the stuff in the car.
He should have known me better then that from when I sacked of him first time round.
I did it to his face and was honest about things.
Despite V being a dog to me I was the first person he ran to after the so called robbery and jumped from my bed running outside.
These days I suspect this robbery and the one involving Matt were both lies to cover V‟s deceit and dishonesty toward me.
As I ran up the street in boxer shorts looking for the robber V called me back and told me not to worry about it.
We went inside and began trying to work out who it was.
As he mentioned names I rang some of them, I also rang some of our mates so they could keep an eye out for anyone moving the stuff.
After a while V began alluding to the possibility that I may have done this, I kept telling him to speak openly but he did not.
We began to argue until things got heated and of course V the coward took off running out the door again.
That night I spoke to Stacey, she and my family had been asking me to stay in Wollongong so we decided to do it.
I could see plainly that V was only going to make life difficult.(He even told my girlfriend some personal secrets while I was out, the joke was on him though as she already knew them)
I figured that if I stayed V would eventually play his trump card of setting me up to break my Canberra ban.
If so I would lose more then just my weed business.
I decided to take my exile in Wollongong in stride and change my life.
Scribblejam a national MC battle tournament was coming up a few days up in Sydney.
I decided to enter and to me that was when I became serious about my music career but that‟s another story.
As soon as I was in Wollongong V fled the house we had in Canberra leaving rent in arrears Stacey had to pay this as I was now nearly broke.
I tried to ring V but he would not answer or would hang up to my voice like a pussy.
Like the girl that he is after I would call he would send text messages to me straight away sometimes trying to argue his right to what he did, other times just dribbling turd.
That was pretty much the last time I saw him except once at a friends.
The worst part of the whole thing for me was that I thought this guy had my back to the end yet he watched me build a business and go to gaol only to kick me when I was down.
If I learned anything from gaol it is patience, plenty of patience.
I have used this patience well and will finish my parole without avenging my loss or breaking the law.
When I did see V that one time to my credit I did not snap and waste the time I have done on parole.
I used to be impulsive and that would have been what V wanted.
I can‟t say what may or may not happen when I return to Canberra that is up to V and his morals as a man.
I can say I have not forgotten what was done to me, NOT AT ALL AND I NEVER
WILL!
I know V hears what I write about him through others and to those that wish to pass a message simply tell him to purchase a copy of “Raw Stories” there is a special song on it that tells people about who he really is.
I will let everyone know just how plastic he is!
Without me V would simply be another case in the to hard basket at the centerlink claims desk!
He is a spineless coward.