Out in the Woods: Drug Cops Ii

Contents

Preface

Out in the Woods

Chapter One: Let’s Get It

Chapter Two: Time to Get out the Nest

Chapter Three: I Got You, Man

Chapter Four: Eluding the Police

Chapter Five: Knocked the Fuck Out

Chapter Six: Hype Town

Chapter Seven: Time to Catch a Cab

Chapter Eight: One Corrupt Cop

Chapter Nine: Thanks for Not Killing Me

Chapter Ten: Time to Kill

Chapter Eleven: Finishing ’Em Off

About The Author

Preface

THIS ENTIRE BOOK IS A work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either false or the product of the author’s imagination. Although this book is of fiction, I hope to render important information to all.

Out in the Woods will inform parents of certain behaviors they will observe in their child if their child is using drugs, selling drugs, or buying drugs (if they are affiliated in any way). The parent will be able to identify a problem in an earlier step in the addiction process that will allow the family to get the appropriate help. Being a drug addict is not an individual problem; it is a family problem

Out in the Woods will inform rookie police officers what to look for and signs of drug usage in subjects they encounter. It will help not only police officers, but also other city employees from other departments—water, fire, etc. The rookie officers will gain a general knowledge of where dealers stash drugs and where users hide drugs and drug paraphernalia.

This book will teach kids to be deterred from using drugs and hanging with other kids who do use drugs. It will give them a sense of guilt and the knowledge that eventually they will be caught, arrested, and sent to prison for using illegal contraband, regardless of how small the amount is. These kids will know and understand that it is wrong to use drugs and socialize with others who do.

Out in the Woods will educate teachers on the behavior of students who use drugs, and it will also educate kids on teachers who are addicts. (Even if a person only gets high once in a while, he or she is still an addict. A person is either drug free or not drug free). Teachers will know when a student eyes are bloodshot in the morning, that the student had one or more of the following:

1. A long night up studying (possible, but unlikely)

2. A chemical reaction (unlikely, by possible)

3. Swimming in P.E. (must verify with other teacher)

4. Smoking illegal products (maybe, but likely)

5. Eyes are always bloodshot (get a doctor’s note)

This short list can go on and on…

At any rate, there are multiple reasons for student to have bloodshot eyes. One easy solution is to ask the student and then inform the parent to verify. This way, the parents will have knowledge, and the teacher will have done his or her part for now.

It will teach the average drug dealers how to elude arrest, just by staying away from contraband, and give them a reason not to be caught. It will inform family members how to tell if their loved one is in need of rehab or just in need of incarceration.

Out in the Woods

Chapter One: Let’s Get It

LET ME GET TWO … I just need two, and I’ll be straight man! I mumbled.

Dude, do I know you, motherfucker? yelled Desmond. You look like the fucking police. You a cop, man? he asked.

I looked down at the ground and spoke slightly louder Hell, naw! Do I look like a cop to you?

Yeah … I ain’t never seen no hype as big as you, Desmond replied.

I just got out the joint … I was locked up in Pittsfield. I just need two for my lady, and I’ll be up, I said. Hey, Vick, tell him I’m good, cuz.

Yeah, this is my cousin, man. He’s good, said Vick.

Okay, if you say so, but if I find out this is a cop, I’m going to kill your ass. Meet me down at the spot in fifteen minutes, said Desmond.

Victor and I walked towards the spot.

Hey, Dorraz, why you tell that man I was your cousin? asked Vick. "We ain’t cousins.

I looked at Vick Hell, I know that, and you know that. I just need these rocks so I can get some head.

Vick spoke with a sense of distinct fear. Don’t be doing that shit! That fucker will kill me if you’re a cop, Vick said cowardly.

I looked Vick straight in his eyes and lied to him. Don’t worry man, I said. I’m cool. I just got out the joint. Here’s a ten for you for your big mouth staying little, okay? Let’s go inside and wait for him.

Moments later, Desmond came into the vacant house with two of the biggest niggas I’ve ever seen. As we stood in the middle of the dingy, piss-soaked floor, I felt quite uncomfortable and wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as I could.

What’s up? Yo, I got the shit. What do you need? asked Desmond.

I just need two, and I’m good. I got twenty, and that’s it! I said. But let’s test this shit out and make sure it’s good shit, okay?

First give me the twenty, aw-right? said Desmond.

Here you go, dog.

Let me get one, too! Vick said. I need to see what’s up with this shit for myself.

Vick gave Desmond the ten and got a rock in return. He bent down and pulled a small glass pipe from his sock, put the pipe in his mouth, opened the baggie with both hands, and then removed the pipe from his mouth, held it in his hand, and filled the pipe with the crack. He put the pipe back in his mouth and pulled out a lighter and lit the shit up. Vick eyes were wide as hell as he pulled on the glowing crack pipe. Dammmmnnnnn. That shit is good as hell, he said and let out a sigh. Shit, this is the shit, nigga.

Desmond looked over at me. Now that Vick has tried it, it’s your turn, trick. Desmond then showed me the large Desert Eagle shoved in his pants pointing at his dick. I didn’t say a word, but I thought, damn it, if I smoke this shit, I’m done! But if I don’t, I’m a dead man. Man, I ain’t smoking that shit I told Desmond and his crew.

What, so you are a fucking cop? That is your ass fool, Desmond said angrily.

Naw, I just don’t have my pipe with me, that’s all, I explained.

Motherfucker, you better use Victor’s pipe then! Desmond yelled as he paced rapidly around the concrete floor as if he were looking for a place to shoot me.

I ain’t using his fucking pipe, I told them again, this time with a little more bass in my voice.

Oh yeah? Desmond asked, and his boys walked closer and pulled out their pistols.

I had to think fast, so I said Hey man, everybody knows that Victor sucks dick, he might have AIDS.

Fuck you, bitch, what I do is my business. I just do it to get my high on, said Vick. Don’t be putting my shit out like that. That’s fucked up, man. You’re an asshole!

The group put their guns back and starting laughing loud as hell. I knew Vick was a gump, said the big-ass nigga on the right. Faggot as motherfucker, he said as he chuckled and walked up the dark stairway, heading outside.

Let’s get out of here, fellows. I have to go sell some moe of this shit said Desmond, still laughing and giggling. Desmond stopped and turned around and stared at me. Hey, man, if you need any of this shit, hit me up. I always have shit, just not on me! Fucking police be watching me.

I got it man. I will hit you up, I said. Vick, let’s get out of this shit hole.

You go ahead, I’m about to get my high on some moe.

Later, bro, I said as I left the basement. I could hear the crackling from the pipe as I walked outside. Once up the stairs and outside, I could see the three dudes walking down the street. I hit the pager button, and thirty seconds later, the detectives and a marked unit pulled up and grabbed the three dudes and put them on the car.

Keep your hands where I can see them, said one of the white cops. What’s your fucking names?

As the guys rattled off their names, the officers took photos and wrote the names down. My cell phone rang. Yeah, it’s the one with the black jacket and red hat that sold me the shit. All three of them have pistols on them. The officers started to ask the guys if they knew who had robbed an elderly couple and where they were about an hour ago. The guys mumbled something back, but it was not easily understood. Then the phone went silent. I heard the Spanish detective yell at the guys in a sly-like voice, Listen up, niggas. You niggas better stay off my fucking corner, or next time your asses are going in for loitering, you got me, boys?"

They all nodded their heads and replied, Yeah, we got it, man.

Good, now get the fuck out of here, niggas, said the detective.

The police let them go without hesitation, as they knew these smaller dealers weren’t