I am qualified to look after the elderly.
Elderly abuse is a serious offence.
The Maori played upon the thirty year age difference.
A few times all my senses were under siege. When he wasn’t handing over the bong, or buying me Macers, he would throw in a threatening look, and say, ‘if I have to tackle you, I will. Just don’t be a dick.’
He loved his drugs and the comradeship on it.
He was the perfect road kill material.
He was so good, that no one wanted to employ him.
It was always hard to gauge his true feelings.
Quiet guys tell no evil. They only think it.
He loved nothing better than tormenting.
What’s that tapping sound.
Who left that love note on my car?
In the end, it got to me.
Something had to give.
Staking out my place then sneaking in like he was making his claim and finding a bag outside my door.
It all added up.
Like the day I saw him with my phone between his legs in the passenger seat.
He was just too smooth.
He tapped into his boyish charms.
A lethal weapon if you didn’t figure out his ruse.
I did.
He might have only a two inch dick, but he certainly made up for it with brainpower.
He didn’t say much unless he was drunk.
He’d rap out some shit about the depths of depravity he plummeted.
It was all a con.
And being outwitted by another con, that’s a hard one to swallow.
He’s still learning.
He’s got potential.
But he needs to be more insincere, drop me off more meals and vapes, and for a moment, I might just believe that Jake Muss is worth saving.
I still like the guy.
That’s why his name isn’t on any police report.
He stole my car, broke into my house, and threatened to stab me.
But he meant well, I think.
He certainly livened up the tour end of the Road Kill Tour.
He had so much potential.
He’d be pick pocketing off the touring crew, selling crack the crew bosses, then pick pocking their pockets for the coke he sold them. He was that good. You wouldn’t notice it if you met him. He had that dear look of a wild boy who never grew up. An ADHD boy. It was all an act. Every moment, tiger was eying up his prey. He plays golf and associates himself with Tiger Woods. I declined a round of golf with him. I just didn’t want to pay the entrance fee. I figured out that con early on. I played the long game.
And I’m waiting for results.
Will he go on the straight and narrow, or back on the tightrope?
He has potential to be a big time gangster. But his family will always be number one target in his game.
Now that’s the rub. Jake knows it too well. Does he have the right stuff to take it too far?
I hope not. His family don’t deserve it.
I wish the guy all the luck he can get.
I showed him the way.
Do as I say, not as I do.
In terms of brazen, he had brass balls.
On a burger spree, using my car as the getaway, he wound up with enough shit to pay off his debts
And accumulate more.
He’ll be on a wanking fest for the next seven days.
And he lasts the distance, the little green men might pay him a visit.
If it’s three steady knocks, run man, run like you are the only crim to get on the ark.
