My co-workers were trading stories about how the feds had came to their houses. One of my co-workers said it was like the movies. Flash bangs, robots, infra-red at his head. All looking for his brother which they eventually caught. Anybody got stories ?
Not me but, there was show where they showed these raids and my buddy got his house raided. We recognized it was his crib from the posters on the wall. Raided his house because of his sisters boyfriend
One of my friends was into software piracy heavy back in the day. We were kids and wanted free games... But then dude started dipping into Nintendo ROMS
A full raid on his house like he was cooking crack lmao. He got sent to an alternative school.
My boy crib... He was at breakfast with my other boy and the officer came sat at the table and told him he'd "let him finish breakfast.." Me and my boy then spent the day getting EVERYTHING out his new crib before they got there. Moving damn near a whole townhouse in a day... Never been that tired, ever. The reason I get movers till this day. True story
The HIDTA and ATF did a raid at my rental property. Luckily they didn’t kick the door down but they knocked my lights and cameras down outside. They’re still awaiting trial…
I was living with them at the time, she said she was checking herself into Western Missouri (a psychiatric facility) to get help. A week after she left the FBI raided the house.
Apparently one of her personalities had defrauded a bank for like $70,000 and she went on the run.
Long story short, girl I was dating when I was 19 mom had multiple personalities. I was bouncing around at the time, her mom mentioned she was going to check herself into a mental health facility, and that I could live there while she was gone.
She didn't do that, she went on the run for the aforementioned reason. FBI raided the crib while me and her daughter were there.
Me and my group of friends made a Cac friend at Community College. Cool dude, level headed, serious and somewhat affable. His younger brother on the other hand came a semester later and was a surfer type, pretty boy with a penchant for 'having fun' which often meant that he'd be front and centre talking, laughing, acting like a clown, but he was cool for a Cac and we hung out with him more than the actual friend we made, which was cool.
Long story short, the brother sort of built up a reputation for pulling chicks (Amongst the Caribbean Cac populace; of which I don't give a solitary shyt about) so he got a bad rep from the other try hard island cacs who couldn't get by on riches/ and whatever looks, 'cause white chicks coming to the Caribbean don't give as much of a fukk about money and status, when they can party, smoke weed and not have to deal with a prick and his family while enjoying themselves, so he cleaned up.
Then someone "Dropped a dime", apparently and my stupid ass got hit with it. Sunday morning, I'm over at their house, drinking beer, beach house porch, eating mushrooms and talking too much about Dune (They're the ones that got me reading the books) and the door flies open. Cops. Squad. Boots. Goggles. Guns. Rifles. Boom.
Everybody hit the ground. Drill Seargent Screaming. I'm face down next to the two bros, their pops who looked like an aging . Them fools fukking up every room they could find. Clattering, shyt breaking, mattresses being molested, Linen turning into confetti.
I'm like
Responsible Bro like
Pops after he been told to shut ALL THE WAY THE fukk UP A few times like
"I don't know which one of y'all this party is for, but someone's getting their ass kicked 10 ways to Sunday if I don't get an answer real soon!"
Surfer Bro like
"........................"
Every room. Every nook. Every Cranny. Nothing. Pigs arguing. We on the floor not saying shyt like we was told to.
Then them fools came out of the bedrooms and into the living room and started trying to save face, talking about they were "Informed" by "Trusted sources" That blah blah blah, Coke Coke Coke. And they basically said that they've been watching Surfer boy for a minute and due to his "Flashy" persona, they were told that he was a Coke pusher and this is where he lived.
Then this one try hard agent comes out with an "Henry" amount of weed like
"We could have arrested you for THE DRUGS" and held up a bag of shake like as if we were supposed to cower in fear and kiss his boots for 'letting us go'.
So they leave after spouting some more bullshyt, we finally allowed to get up off the floor and HHH practically speared Surfer bro on the couch and started yelling bloody murder, I picked up my Dune books and left.
Turns out Surfer bro fukked some cac's chick or a chick he was after. She made him feel small about it and he literally want crying to his Mom, who sort of 'put it out there' that dude was a Coke dealer since he was often in the midst of this one party chick, who did do Coke.
Didn't help that he dressed like Genie Lamp from South Central, complete with this conspicuous as fukk Stetson hat.
In the end I think they went down to the police station and had some argument about defamation since they uncovered who started the rumour or some shyt of the sort, but Cac problems is cac problems so I wasn't too concerned past being able to sell them weed and mushrooms.
Also, for that summer Surfer dude was known as the "Cocaine" cowboy which led him to fukk MORE Cac chicks since our crew was now notorious for being party oriented, which in turn landed a pawg or two in a certain someone's lap.
My homie had the Feds and state GBI raid his crib when he was bootlegging CDs/DVDs. They ripped that nikka crib apart. Found safes, bulletproof vest, the whole nine.
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. Them fools fukking up every room they could find. Clattering, shyt breaking, mattresses being molested, Linen turning into confetti.
