I did not know Eric was a drug dealer. At first I just thought he had a lot of friends. But I put two and two together after a while and I suddenly came to the realisation that I was living in a drug den. Sure, it was “just” pot, but potheads are fucking ANNOYING.
With Andy’s supplier living with him, Andy was pretty much high 24/7, as was Eric. They were wake and bakers, and after Andy got laid off, they spent all day smoking weed and playing video games. Then there was the week that Eric bought two pellet guns, which inspired all kinds of awful jackass-inspired assery.
But apparently, Eric wasn’t a very good, or secretive, drug dealer. On 4/20 he and I were in his room watching Day of the Dead when three dudes walked in. I was used to dudes walking in without knocking by this point so I didn’t think much of it.
But when Eric asked who the dudes were I got a little concerned. I got up to show some muscle, I’m a big guy, and about 6’6”, so I look pretty imposing. Not imposing enough, however.
I don’t remember the first hit. I just remember falling to the ground and covering my head as they asked “where the shit was.” Eric, being a bad drug dealer, smoked all his shit. He didn’t have and drugs, nor did he have any money.
This pissed the dudes off, and they proceded to beat the holy hell out of us. One of them even pulled a gun and decided that the back of my head would be a good target for the butt of it. I still have a pretty nasty scar.
They left. I got 15 stitches, a scratched cornea and a busted lip. I moved out the following week, saved up some money and then left the state altogether. As for Eric and Andy, I couldn’t care less about what happened to them. They both liked to brag about all the pot they kept in the house, so no doubt their big mouths caused the shit in the first place.