SHORT STORIES

The tales of mk


The Beginning

When I was 15 I left school because I could not stand it. The teachers did not want to teach me anything. They put me in basic English and maths because I wasn’t interested in the work they where assigning me so I never did it and failed. So I left high school and got a job at stratco canning vale as a sheetmetal apprentice. If I wasn’t at school I was working or riding my dirt bike. The apprenticeship was bollocks. Same work everyday for a year. I made these things called core trays. They are sheet metal trays made from 3 pieces riveted together. They are used in mining for finding minerals in core samples. Back then in 2000 we used to go through heaps. Like 700 a week at least. It was so boring and it paided fuck all but I was happy. I bought a new dirt bike and got a loan off my parents to pay for it and that’s when I was starting to be broke as fuck 2 days after pay day. I am sure you know that is the worst feeling. Also at the time all my friends smoked weed. I used to be able to get Kuta fat sticks off a mate who had to stop dealing because of a surprise we both got from d’s opposite bgc before the roe even existed. I won’t say names but it rhymes with heater. I would ring up and get like 4 sticks at a time and make a free stick for me and flick the rest. I soon met one of my friends cousins who was quite connected but the dodgiest motherfucker you have ever met. Like this cunt would ring you up and say hey mate I]can get buds you want any. I would say yeah of course. He would tell me that he needed the cash up front. I would give it to him and he would come back with speed or ecstasy. At the time I didn’t deal with that crap so I was like wtf am I going to do with this. I learnt valuable lessons through him. Don’t ever I repeat EVER give someone money up front for drugs. Only 10 percent of the time will they come back. Isn’t that right schooler you fucking dog lowlife Piece if shit. Gave a cockhead 1500 for 100 trips and cunt reckons he got a shotgun pulled on him and all his money stolen. Another time some bloke who said he knew an associate of mine and wanted some speed. I was naive and out for the dollar at this stage and wasn’t thinking about the shit can happen results. This bloke met me and because he said he knew a mate of mine I didn’t think he was dodgy but man when I rolled up to meet this cunt . I was like oh shit. Looking back I should not of even gone there or left when I saw this dodgy prick. But me being me went with him. What happens?? I show him the gear, he elbows me in the face and takes off with it. Have you ever been in shock? It is the weirdest feeling. You are paralysed for 10 seconds just realising wtf just happened while your brain catches up. I didn’t chase after the cunt I just got back in my mates car and went home. Wanna know the worst thing?? I hadn’t paid for the gear yet. I was going to sell it then pay my associate and have profit for me aswell. Snap back to reality whoop there goes gravity I had to pay for it and it was not a small amount of cash. With drugs you really cannot trust anyone especially hard drugs. People get jealous and synical. If your not working have 3 cars,a motorbike, a safe full of cash, holiday twice a year and a 9 while they are working haters gonna hate. When meth first debuted on the scene you had to be very careful as it had not flooded the market yet. So what dealers would do is cut their gear with rock salt. Some would cut it some would just sell straight salts. Those cunts where not around for long. I got ripped 1800 for 2 balls from my so called mate who dodged me and 20 other people then left the country. Kama will get him. I went from selling 8 sticks a day. To 12, to 15 to 20. Before I knew it it was normal to sell 34 sticks in a day. That is 2 ounces. You normally get 17 sticks and about half a stick personal smoke out of an ounce of weed. I would pay either 280 or 300 an ounce and make easily 200 bucks a day. The more weed I sold the more people I met. That would mean more business. Dial a dung weed delivery Blazdad pioneered that shit. After a while as I was meeting more and more people I met people with cars and they would help me, taking me around to sell dungs all day. Shoutout Paulo,Harry t, James, jazamataz, Todd w, Mark L and a bunch of others. Without them I would of been stuck on the Zuma scoots going 60 km everywhere. I went from 34 sticks to 40 then 50. The most I ever sold in one day was 57 sticks. That was just sticks. Later on down the track I would be selling ozs half’s and quarters but for now it was all about the wickos. Once I started selling other stuff I was raking it in. I would deposit 2000 into my safe every weekend without fail. I did this for at least a year. I know at one time I had 78 thousand cash before I bought 2 mr2 sports cars. I remember when I bought those cars the salesman when he was counting the 12 grand. I bought 2 1987 manual supercharged Toyota mr2’s.They where 6 grand each, said to me what’s stopping you from throwing this in the air?? I said what do you mean it’s just money. They where some mad cars. One was a mr2 gt. It was killa. 5 speed that would do 160 in 4th and go off the clock but had a rev limiter. You would be going like 200 and then it would cut out then the moment it got back to 200 the engine would kick back in. I had an awesome race through the farmer tunnel with a jag that would of been brand new. This was 2003 people. A brand new jag vs a 1987 supercharged mr2. We where both neck and neck I was maybe 20 cm in front but once we hit 160 he backed off. I did not just wanted to him and stung off ahhhhh good times. There is nothing like the life of a successful dealer. I would not think twice about spending 5 grand on something. Losing 500 bucks was nothing. I used to find wallets with cash in them that I had forgot all about. This happened with drugs aswell. All drug dealers know exactly what I am saying. Why do you think we take such huge risks?? It pays well that’s why. Car needs a service no worries, wanna go to the cas and bet heaps? No worries, someone tells you that you can get fireworks sent to you from act as at the time they where legal all year NO WORRIES. God bless rocket fireworks and the fireworks king. Thank you Greg. 2003 those where the days. You could go online, order fireworks and if you spent more than 1000 dollars delivery was free. It was crazy. I love firecrackers so I would look for and buy the most powerful ones I could find. I bought penny bangers, maroon crackers, match crackers, Tom thumbs, Chinese firecrackers, thunderbolt bombs and a few other ones I can’t recall the names of. Roman candles, multi shot cakes, 2.5 Inch peanut mortar shells,single shot florals, skyrockets, fountains, cracker balls and heaps of other wicked pyrotechnic goodies. It was so easy. Go online fill out an order slip like you place an order on amazon or eBay ad to cart etc. I did not have a credit card at the time so I would pay into their bank account at Westpac bank if I used the Fireworks king or I would use a money order for rocket fireworks. I cannot describe when I saw a toll truck rock up to my house and unload 4 massive boxes and told me to sign here. No license checks nothing it was one of those too good to be true scenarios that was too good and was true. I would sell a quarter of my order for 1000 bucks then keep the rest. Which did kick me in the ass when I got raided by the d’s when they ruined my career in 2004. A whole chapter will be dedicated to that horrible soul crushing day. I was doing so well making over a grand a week off weed, 2000 off speed and meth, 1000 off fireworks so easily 4 grand a week. I was living the dream. I saved up enough cash to buy my first car before I had even got my license. 5 speed Manual VL commodore. I bought a killer stereo for it, got it serviced and installed pod air filter and extractors to increase the hp/acceleration. The extractors made a huge difference. So much so that on a wet night I floored it first to 2nd went to change into third in a wet oil slick covered old shit road and lost control and rolled it into a fence at 70 km an hour. No injuries very lucky honestly. It was me and a good mate. He reckons his life flashed before his eyes. Mine didn’t but it happened in slow motion. Car crashes happen in slow motion. Sorry all crashes happen in slow motion. We jumped out of my car checked we where both alright then I got my mate to go back into my car and get my 2 phones so we could bail. Unfortunately when he was getting out a truck driver who saw me crash came over and told me he had called the police. We where both was just about to run off. Cops came interviewed me and because I had my mate with me who had his licence for 4 years as I was driving on my l plates I wasn’t in trouble. Accidents happen in wet weather. The car was not insured it was a complete write off and the place where I crashed into wanted me to pay for their fence. So I sold the mad stereo I had just bought a month before and sold the wreck with a great motor and brand new extractors for 1500. I just spend 800 on the extractors a month before the accident. So that was almost 8 grand down the toilet and a lesson on how not to drive in the wet. After that my friends where extremely supportive and where always there to help me out or give me a hand. Looking back It was probably the drugs and I was just the hook up. Man I was independent rode my scooter into the ground. Must of got the cunt rebuilt like 4 or 5 times not to mention when honesey smashed it up the curb out the front of Rowans house on Australia Day. Dumb fuck hit a v curb at 50 kms and bent my forks. First thing he sea is I’ll pay for it. Had full respect for the bloke so didn’t think twice about it. Different fucking story when I tell him the price to repair the damage he caused. Think he payed me?? Course not . Lesson learned don’t let people ride or drive your scooter,car or motorbike. For a while Harry t was driving me around. I would give him all the shapnel change I was given as fuel money. Some days there would be 50 bucks worth of fuel money in change. Plus I would always give whoever drove me around fuel money and blow them out to go home Chinese eyes. Then Paulo would help me out at nights when he wasn’t at work and the jazz when he could help. Fuck we drove some distances. I balled hard and was always on top. I bought a 1994 vr commodore acclaim as my next car. I still did not have my license yet but I drove anyway like most people that buy a car before they get their license. 8 months until I passed my test I drove for with no problems. The only incident was when I was going out to see a mate in midland and I got flashed on the roe hwy. The car was in my dads name so I just signed his name and payed the fine. I would let my friends drive me around in my car they loved it and so did I. I mean everyone payed for it they probable contributed so gotta let them have a thrash. One of my old acquaintances did the same thing when I got my license. He had a manual Toyota celica that me and him would take out in the late night either to go play pool or get a feed. Later on This person bought a Vl walkinshaw that he then worked the fuck out of. He must of spent 50 grand on this car and when he was done with it well it would fry rice. I only drove it once and that was without the motec ignition system he got installed. I then bought a 1998 Suzuki rgv 250 motorbike. Got my motorbike license and tried to stick to using that for business but as it was a 2 stroke I kept having problems with her. I would get 1000 kms out of her then something would fuck up. Constantly it had problems fucking money pit. 6 months to a year after that I then purchased 2 1987 superchargered manual Toyota mr2’s. Why?? Because I could. I laugh whenever I read about bikies with mad car or motorbike collections. They where all obtained through some sort of criminal or illicit funds. Alex Vella was the best I read. Like Andrew veniamin they both had some killer shit for barely working I their life.