I decided to transfer to Pitt after my first year down south because I had the best summer ever. Big mistake. So I’m back at home, partying and fucking off. I had this job at a grocery store where I threw shut into bags without a care in the world.
During my break I would cop a sammich or a hot pocket. I had no idea they had undercover niggas. I was high... So I grabbed some food and since the line was long as fuck I said fuck it and circled back to the break room without paying for it.
Dude grabs me and says I stole shit. I was like nah... I paid for this homie. He asked for the receipt. I said it was in the break room in the trash. These fools were digging in the trash looking at every receipt. Finally they said there was no way it could be this deep in the trash. I said “keep digging, it’s in there”
I knew it wasn’t but I was stalling, hoping they would give me a warning.
When they said they would call the cops if I didn’t sign some paper admitting I stole I said.. “I just want you to know, I didn’t steal shit....but I don’t do cops”
I had an underage drinking charge or some other dumb shit and I was afraid it would get ugly so I signed it and bounced.
So I had to walk 3 miles... and it started snowing. Shit was real. The whole way home I wa thinking how the fuck did I got from college to no job and no ride, no girls, no nuthin’
Shit was a low point in my life.
**************** TBH the fact that you're even a mod here fits squarely within Jag's narrative of OK-sanctioned aggression, bullying, and toxicity. *shrug*