I’m storyteller, through and through. Everything is a story of humanity.

We tell stories to each other in order to show understanding or working to be understood.

It’s the stories I’ve heard, the stories have to tell, this is what let me tell you a story is going to be. You’ll get my stories and the stories of others.

However, names will be changed to protect the guilty and the innocent alike. At times it will be a challenge to find one that’s innocent. I’m always on the search for the innocent.

However, I often find the guilty.

This is a true story.

I knew this dude, let’s call him Gutless.

Gutless had everything going for him. He married the girl of his dreams.

He didn’t like cocaine, but he noticed women, his wife would blow him when she did coke.

He started getting coke on a regular. Fuck what it was doing to his wife’s brain. He never thought about what she wanted, he thought about what he wanted.

Gutless then could have had a job, but he decided to run a foul of the law and grow and deal weed.

His wife wanted him to get a regular job.

She lost interest in weed, she grew up.

She left him.

They had had a son. Gutless took care of his son. There are few good things that Gutless has done, and one them is being a father, well as good of a father as a weed dealer can be.

His son was 8 years old when dad got pulled over by the cops. When the cop stuck his head in the window, his son said “fuck the police.”

Being a weed dealer had effected his son.

Or is it infected?

As years went by he ended up living with his Mom after he got charged with domestic violence.

Before that, the FBI paid him a visit. He retired that day.

His uncle used to work for the Department of Defense. The kind of job where he got to kick generals off a plane because he needed the plane to go somewhere else.

Now this is what I think, can’t prove, but my opinion of what happened.

At some point his uncle found out and never told him. The FBI does there homework. They wanted to know who Gutless was, they knew who his uncle was.

He gets a trumped up charge for domestic violence, does 9 days on jail to teach him a lesson.

Jail fucked Gutless up. Revealing why I call him Gutless.

Gutless had his mom taking care of him and his son, while Gutless was hooked on meth.

Gutless had his body failing him after a life of drugs and booze.

This is a real person that I know.

This is a person I worked at giving him the guidance he needed. Letting his higherself channel through me.

I’m done with Gutless, because he couldn’t even have the guts. He played big, but once he lost, he lost everything.

It’s sad thing when one has the potential for greatness and fell short because of drugs and alcohol.

Make no mistake I love Gutless, but I won’t excuses for his behavior.