Alex

I am gunna chicken scratch this story because I am mad it has been deleted off of my Facebook profile. This is a true story to the best of my memory. I happen to be with some friend of my younger brother who became an addict like myself we stayed away from potheads who were not fond of meth users. So I end up hanging out with this guy a lot and he becomes my middle man to a connect to get meth. Well it was crazy how I thought he was my friend until he started to betray me. Some older guy was forcing him to speak in a language, serpents tounge speech, that didnt mean what they said I call it the language of demons. Well I decided to sell my car for dope and my friend went to go get it for me. I end up in this guys room with 200 cash and I told him to hold the dope until we got somewhere safe as soon as we arrive at his house he claims to have an emergency and bails out the door with my dope. Swears to return. I am sitting in his room with 200 cash when all of a sudden I hear God's voice urge me to leave and I respond why God says he is coming to hurt your for that money. I got up and left with out my dope. So frightened by the voice and the thought of what happened. I was being followed and monitored all the way to the greyhound all the way to L.A. then met at the station by someone who showed me how to get to skid row. Black guy jumps out in front of me with a good gram of meth and offers to sell it to me. I say no I want this stuff out of me and a cop rolls by the black guy snitches on me to the cops. The cops cant arrest me because I dont have any dope on me so they disappear. I felt uneasy after not being able to get change for a 100 dollar bill. I grabbed a taxi got back on a greyhound. Strangely unfollowed all the way home. I had forty dollars left from the greyhound rides. I figured I needed dope and was coming down bad. I wanted to test my theory. I called my friend to see if he would sell to me. He said yes and told me to meet him at sonic. At this point it is mutual between us to be discrete about making a sale, but this time was different. We met at sonic and sonic is way packed fifteen cars are there way more than average. He meets me by the drive through walk up to me and hands basically the same sack that the black guy on skid row had. The odd thing was he basically showed five or six cars in the drive through line staring straight at us that he had dope. Like didnt even care if he got caught and I said what's wrong with you dude put that away. He offered to go into the mens bathroom with me to make the deal in front of five or six people in the drive through staring at us with their windows cracked. I ask nah lets go somewhere so he takes me across the street to a gas station where an RV is parked. There was about one car pumping gas at the station and the RV when I showed up. I felt much better about being there than sonic. So I gave him money and started smoking his sister was there and offered me sex. God revealed to me she had a disease. I said I cant as I was smoking I realized that the rv was surrounded. I looked straight through the front window of the rv and the is a guy on his phone forty yards from the rv staring straight at me. There are five or six cars parked around the outside of the rv one guy is right next to the window of the rv at that point I panicked told my friend to keep what's left and ran out the door. Walked straight to rhe bus stop. As I was standing at the bus stop a small truck with five mexican guys had broken down. I asked them if they needed help and one guy responded yeah help us push it down there. Basically the gas station was one block from the bus stop literally across the street and yet they were not getting gas they wanted me to go with them into some dark road. I didnt respond and decided to not wait for the bus and it dawned on me that they were the drug dealers who were coming to hurt me for the money they lost in the deal that my friend couldn't steal from me because I was gone. God broke their truck down so they couldn't hurt me that day and at some point my friend said to them that I was a Christian looking back I saw the fear of God in their eyes because they knew in their hearts that God had broke their truck to protect me. On my way home a random guy started calling me names and shouting at me. I vowed never to use again after that day. I was so happy to be home. I have never touched anouther drug since that incident. God later revealed the five six cars following me. First was the FBI investigating the case, second the news was there waiting to catch the murder, the other group was a gang that was selling drugs, the last was what I like to call the assessment they are the group that monitors all of a drugs users whereabouts and known associations, the sixth group was my angels ready to defend me. The police later discovered after the tried to catch the last party who knew about the situation only to find out angels cant be caught or pursued.