Friends, firearms and the right thing to do.
First published – Oct 13 2007.
Back again,
Those of you who regularly read my blogs or listen to my music will recall me mentioning „v‟ the mate who did the dirty by me and shafted me out of my weed thing.
Well I was trying to think of a good last story for 2007 and this one certainly has a lesson in it for everyone about being too much of a good mate to the wrong people.
The whole saga actually began while I was sitting in Goulburn gaol and V was running my weed thing for me.
V had hooked up with a girl and began living with her.
V has never been very good with the ladies so after a short time the relationship began to turn sour and the two began to fight.
The girl was complaining that she was being abused, Im not sure if this was true or not, I didn‟t think it was but the more I hear the more I reconsider my opinion.
Anyway the girl decided to contact a brother in law or cousin (I cant recall what relation he was) named Chris and she told him what she was telling everyone else - eg that V was abusing her.
Of course Chris came straight up to the house bursting in on V who turned bitch and began pleading with Chris not to hurt him.
This Chris bloke apparently put a few on V‟s chin and tormented him for a while with various kitchen items such a wooden spoon.
V made a few efforts to dash for freedom but chocked up on his own tears he didn‟t get very far on any occasion.
Chris demanded some money in exchange for letting V go free.
Luckily for V he had the business money stashed at another location but after a few little taps on the face he agreed to drive to the location with Chris where he promptly handed over a large sum of cash.
And then all was forgotten for a while.
Upon my release from prison V told me he had been jumped in his sleep by this Chris and some other make believe bikers that he created in an effort to keep some pride.
V also told me about the claims his girl made that started the whole thing.
Having known V for many years, since back in high school I trusted his word.
A few months after my release V and his girl who by this stage had become parents to a child despite the fact they hated each other were at it again.
Arguing and fighting for hours on end.
After one of these arguments V and I were driving around doing drops around Canberra when suddenly Chris rang.
V would normally never answer the phone to Chris but I told him to answer it and solve this once and for all.
He did so and I told Chris that should he wish to continue with this shit then to stop calling and to head to Canberra (He lives in Vic).
Chris said he would be there the following night and I then passed the phone back to V who finally seemed to grow some nuts with the help of a friend and actually said a few words for once.
V was all ways trying to tell me how hectic this Chris guy was but I suspected he was blowing it well out of proportion.
Don‟t take me the wrong way either.
Im no hero Im just out to make sure I do what I can to keep my mates safe.
V also kept saying this dude was a biker but couldn‟t say which club he was with but only that it was a hectic one…lol
Just in case we needed it I decided to get a firearm to make sure this all didn‟t go wrong.
I rang around and could only manage to find one mate who could help at such short notice and he only had a 22.
We headed over to my mates place in Lyons (Canberra suburb) to pick up the .22 and all was sweet, just in case and to be safe I asked if the weapon had been tested recently and he just smiled walked up the hallway and fired the thing out the open window in the bathroom on to the ground out in the back yard.
Kinda shocked by this we laughed with him for a sec then grabbed the 22 and got the f**k out of there.
The following day it was business as usual until the sun went down and all bizo phones were off leaving just the personal number on for Chris to ring on.
We staked out the house all night with the firearm in close reach.
When I look back sitting there on parole with that 22 was so stupid that it is beyond comprehension especially considering it was just months later that V would dog me.
It was some dumb shit and luckily it is now something that happened in a different lifetime.
Anyway we sat there till the sun came up dosing off and on; we hit the showers and then hit the road for the first drops of the day.
I had to leave later the following day to meet my then new girl Stacey‟s family for the first time and in many ways that was heaps more stressing then this..lol!
Chris never showed or rang but I left the 22 with V and stayed in constant contact until I returned.
I also put him in a hotel room at the hotel Stacey worked at just in case.
Shortly after this V broke up with the girl this drama was over but has since got back with her and had another child then broken up with her again.
I don‟t think he and Chris have crossed paths since all this went down but hopefully they have.
As I have said….In the end V dogged me so this whole saga was a waste of my energy but at the time I thought he was a good mate.
Thinking back and many people have pointed this fact out to me since the event…IF
HE WAS A MATE HE WOULDN‟T ASK YOU TO DO THIS SORT OF THING
WHILE YOUR ON PAROLE.
That‟s a true fact and V is a true dog!
It has been experiences like this one with V and what he did to me with the weed business that have helped to drive me toward making a success of myself „The Right Way‟ and for that fact I thank V.
You live and learn.
You win and lose.
Back soon.