Not sure I should be typing this but pretty sick right now.
I haven't been drinking on Friday nights because it's football season and I usually get loaded with the boys on Thursday at magic football meetings. I just need to cut back, I don't like the way I feel. Most of the times don't drink Saturday if I'm going to watch football. So there's that.
Last Saturday morning Mrs. SLB wakes me up and I'm a little pissed as I have some solid quality sleep in. Things are looking good, just picked up a bunch of business, the boys seem to be on track, just let me sleep damn it. She hands me her phone and is crying. I'm not pissed anymore. It's my GB Jason, he's at my cousin Jimbo's house. Their son died. ####. He told me Jimbo tried to call me at 1:30 when the cops stopped by to tell him and his wife but I was sleeping. No, it's not my fault but sick about it.
I called Jimbo and asked if he wanted me to come over and he didn't hesitate, yes. Jimbo is as tough and strong a gangster you want to meet. I was shocked. Even if he said no I was going over there. When I got there he hugged me. Jimbo doesn't hug. It lasted a good 10 seconds. Took everything to not cry. I spent all day with him, and his wife, as people came and went.
Then Monday I'm tasked with meeting literally 60 new clients. I ended up staying in Champaign and getting wasted. I still needed to meet people the next day, and yes I'm a #####, I started tearing up. I'm ####### smiling, shaking hands, and tearing up. lol JFC I worked through it. Got a speeding ticket and some egss benedict florintine. Drinking heavily now as there's a 4 hour wake , which is short, and then a short service.
I want to do bad things to heroin dealers.