| minusonebit |
11-05-2007 04:23 PM |
At MinusOneBit Debt Collection, Inc. - The Job is Gonna Get Done
Situation:
Someone owes me a little under $9K. He lives one state over from me, so mail works pretty damn quick.
He was doing some selling for me, sold the shit, got paid from the customers and when it came time for him to mail the check, it never showed up. I called and called, his wife was making excuses and bullshitting around, telling me he is asleep and shit like that. So it comes time for me to take another load of shit to him to sell. I go, find him out in the yard and I am like "Why the fuck aren't you answering the phone, asshole?" and he is like "Oh, I was busy and shit." and I am like "this is bullshit, you need to answer the fucking phone, now where is the money I was calling about?".
After a good ass chewing, I reminded him that I don't give two fucks about his wife or her family or his debts or anything else, he is not to spend my money solving his problems, esp. without consulting with me first. He writes me a post dated check (3 days in advance) for what he then owed me and when the time comes, I take it down to his bank and it clears fine. So fine, debt cleared, error made, lesson learned.
I tell him that, in the future, I want him to call me at least once every two days with updates or e-mail the updates. I also tell him that I am going out of state for a week to some functions and if I have a mess when I get back he is gonna be done for. So then he continues selling and he is supposed to call me with the updates. After I left his place on the 29th, no updates. So I started calling and e-mailing and no one answers the phone, haven't heard shit from him or his bitch ass wife.
But I do know his drug dealer and since my friend and this guy who makes a living as a back alley pharmaceuticals specialist hang out together, I called him up and asked him for the dirt. He said my friend here has been getting wasted alot and had asked the dealer to "find him a good pimp so he could get some bootie". So now I know where all of my money is going.
I am pissed, I want my fucking money and I am tired of the games. Obviously, I have already gotten someone else to do his job since he cant fucking do it. I packed a bag tonight and tommrow morning I am gonna drive out to his place and stake his place out and see if I can tell what is going on.
Please vote in the poll above as to how you think this should be handled. If he is there when I arrive to commence recovery operations, I am leaning towards option #1.
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