hickorysmoked1
Rookie
Lived in a town house with 2 other roommates in Queens. One was a cool Italian dude straight from Italy with accent and all who just liked to drink and have fun. Second was a peculiar white chick from Minnesota who kept to herself besides going to work, and constantly talked to herself.
One night I'm chillin in my bed around 12 at night on a Saturday and hear her come home with a dude. I can hear them stumbling so I know they're drunk as hell.
About 15 mins pass and I hear a loud thud and her kind of struggling. I'm like damn these two are rough... I hear it again over the next 5 mins until I hear her say "stop it get off of me" and it sounds like they're really wrestling with each other.
I'm like wtf is going on. I keep waiting for her to say help, but she doesnt. Then I hear her say "please stop". So I get up and bang on her door and ask if she's ok.
She takes a second to get to the door and she opens it. She's breathing hard as fukk. I look in the room and dude is lying on the floor on his side, stiff as a board. He's breathing, but looks like his body is frozen. And he's groaning.
I ask her WTF happened? She's like I don't know, I think he had too much to drink or had drugs or something. I said did you call an ambulance? She's like no, should I?
I look at her for a second and tell her Of course!
Ambulance gets there, and they're questioning her, then they tell her to step aside and wait. She comes to the table and sits next to me, and while I'm trying to talk to her she starts nodding the fukk out. She can't complete a full sentence without her head drooping and her eyes closing. Then I realize they were on some heavy shyt, heroin or something, and he od'd.
I left her at the table and went down stairs and outside to the landlord who was panicking just hoping that the dude was ok. They're bringing him downstairs now, and dude looks at me and starts telling me fukk me because I called the cops lmao. He can barely move on his own. His muscles were frozen stiff, but they couldn't carry him because of how narrow the walls were. they're literally helping him waddle down the stairs because he's so stiff. Me and the landlord look at each other like wtf!?
Next day Im talking to the roommate and she's like yea, I was trying to convince him to go to rehab, but he doesn't want to go.. he's a good guy.. blah blah.
A few months later she moved back to Minnesota and I found out her family was loaded and they were bringing her back because her drug habits were getting her into trouble. She was a nice person, but had some demons.
One night I'm chillin in my bed around 12 at night on a Saturday and hear her come home with a dude. I can hear them stumbling so I know they're drunk as hell.
About 15 mins pass and I hear a loud thud and her kind of struggling. I'm like damn these two are rough... I hear it again over the next 5 mins until I hear her say "stop it get off of me" and it sounds like they're really wrestling with each other.
I'm like wtf is going on. I keep waiting for her to say help, but she doesnt. Then I hear her say "please stop". So I get up and bang on her door and ask if she's ok.
She takes a second to get to the door and she opens it. She's breathing hard as fukk. I look in the room and dude is lying on the floor on his side, stiff as a board. He's breathing, but looks like his body is frozen. And he's groaning.
I ask her WTF happened? She's like I don't know, I think he had too much to drink or had drugs or something. I said did you call an ambulance? She's like no, should I?
I look at her for a second and tell her Of course!
Ambulance gets there, and they're questioning her, then they tell her to step aside and wait. She comes to the table and sits next to me, and while I'm trying to talk to her she starts nodding the fukk out. She can't complete a full sentence without her head drooping and her eyes closing. Then I realize they were on some heavy shyt, heroin or something, and he od'd.
I left her at the table and went down stairs and outside to the landlord who was panicking just hoping that the dude was ok. They're bringing him downstairs now, and dude looks at me and starts telling me fukk me because I called the cops lmao. He can barely move on his own. His muscles were frozen stiff, but they couldn't carry him because of how narrow the walls were. they're literally helping him waddle down the stairs because he's so stiff. Me and the landlord look at each other like wtf!?
Next day Im talking to the roommate and she's like yea, I was trying to convince him to go to rehab, but he doesn't want to go.. he's a good guy.. blah blah.
A few months later she moved back to Minnesota and I found out her family was loaded and they were bringing her back because her drug habits were getting her into trouble. She was a nice person, but had some demons.
shyt cuz you'd hear her for a minute, then the rest was all him 
tf he doing why don’t he sit his ass down 
about when i watched them do it cuz dude been selling drugs since he moved in and plays loud music n shyt ,does construction late at night and have all types of folks in and out of the place