There’s actually a (surprisingly?) big market for stolen meats in Tennessee. I once had the pleasure of meeting a crack addict whose main source of income was supplying stolen Walmart meats to local restaurants.
My little brother got addicted to heroin in the mid 2000s. What's popular to steal comes and goes like a fad. For a while it was tide laundry detergent, that one was the weirdest one to me. So you steal a bunch of tide, who the fuck is giving you heroin for tide?!
I thought maybe it was an ingredient in meth or something else, but no turns out tide gets stolen from big shops and then sold on the black market to small grocers at pennies on the dollar and they then sell it in their stores for big profits.
Then there was a period where steaks were a big thing, he'd use his food stamps that he somehow qualified for to buy steaks and then trade them for cash or drugs. Apparently if you steal a pack of steaks while buying a pack of steaks legitimately at the same time you're less likely to get caught.
Then when things got really bad he'd just steal anything and everything, took everything my mom owned three times over the years until she finally gave up on locks and alarms and the police and just moved and we kept her new address a carefully guarded secret.
Tried to come after my stuff then but he's my half brother and my dad was a big guy, his wasn't, so I'm a lot bigger than him. When I came home and found him there I literally knocked him down and sat on him while I called the cops.
That's my last memory of my little brother, who was once a sweet kid who loved animals. Laying on the driveway screaming get off me and trying to punch me. Then faking that "I can't breathe" to try and get me to let him up, he used to do that when we'd rough house as little kids if I was winning, fake an asthma attack and I'd let him up. When that didn't work he started biting me because I didn't expect that and was watching and dealing with his hands not his head. That finally forced me to hit him in the face, only time I've ever intentionally hurt someone in my life was while my wasted away 100 pound little brother, a kid who used to be so sweet and clever, thrashed around trying to bite me so I'd let him go before the cops got there.
Haven't seen him since then.
Sorry this went a weird way, it's late and I'm tired. Stay away from heroin.
akrabidpanda on October 8th, 2017 at 02:25 UTC »
There’s actually a (surprisingly?) big market for stolen meats in Tennessee. I once had the pleasure of meeting a crack addict whose main source of income was supplying stolen Walmart meats to local restaurants.
Minosheep on October 8th, 2017 at 04:15 UTC »
Fun fact: these are called spider wraps and this is not the proper way to use them. These can be slid right off.
Sam474 on October 8th, 2017 at 06:30 UTC »
My little brother got addicted to heroin in the mid 2000s. What's popular to steal comes and goes like a fad. For a while it was tide laundry detergent, that one was the weirdest one to me. So you steal a bunch of tide, who the fuck is giving you heroin for tide?!
I thought maybe it was an ingredient in meth or something else, but no turns out tide gets stolen from big shops and then sold on the black market to small grocers at pennies on the dollar and they then sell it in their stores for big profits.
Then there was a period where steaks were a big thing, he'd use his food stamps that he somehow qualified for to buy steaks and then trade them for cash or drugs. Apparently if you steal a pack of steaks while buying a pack of steaks legitimately at the same time you're less likely to get caught.
Then when things got really bad he'd just steal anything and everything, took everything my mom owned three times over the years until she finally gave up on locks and alarms and the police and just moved and we kept her new address a carefully guarded secret.
Tried to come after my stuff then but he's my half brother and my dad was a big guy, his wasn't, so I'm a lot bigger than him. When I came home and found him there I literally knocked him down and sat on him while I called the cops.
That's my last memory of my little brother, who was once a sweet kid who loved animals. Laying on the driveway screaming get off me and trying to punch me. Then faking that "I can't breathe" to try and get me to let him up, he used to do that when we'd rough house as little kids if I was winning, fake an asthma attack and I'd let him up. When that didn't work he started biting me because I didn't expect that and was watching and dealing with his hands not his head. That finally forced me to hit him in the face, only time I've ever intentionally hurt someone in my life was while my wasted away 100 pound little brother, a kid who used to be so sweet and clever, thrashed around trying to bite me so I'd let him go before the cops got there.
Haven't seen him since then.
Sorry this went a weird way, it's late and I'm tired. Stay away from heroin.