It was almost 5 years ago, my friend hooked up me with this guy he knew who could buy me weed. This kid and I were "good friends" at the time, looking back, we really weren't. I gave him $100 and he gave it to his friend and his friend just kept it. I saw the guy who stole my money today, the first time since that happened. I've since stopped smoking, I have a good job. Finishing up my degree in business management. So I'm over that high school past. But I wanted to confront the kid and I didn't. Now I'm worried I'm going to do something ill regret. I work in this office all day and I just have time to think and the rage builds. I want to beat the piss out of him, I want to slash his tires and set him back hundreds of dollars. Obviously I have no legal recourse. Looking back, that kid who set me up was probably in on it. He was such a dick to me, it was always the subtle stuff he'd do, like when we were driving home on the freeway. His car couldn't go 70, and he would purposely block me when id try to pass. I regret ever meeting those people, ever starting to smoke weed. Those people are so beneath me. They're the definition of trash and they always resented that I was from a good neighborhood. My dad grew up poorer than them without parents and now he's made a lot of money, and they hate that because their parents are still coked out losers who never paid any attention to them. Gahh I'm so fucking mad I just need to vent. I need to let it go and cut my losses. $100 is nothing, it's a lot for that kid who will be making minimum wage his whole life. White trash drug dealer who went down a city when he moved to Redford. Who's working manual labor the rest of his life. 22 and has a 5 year old. I just hate I have no one to vent to. No one to keep me in line, no friends to talk some sense into me. I'm all alone and these frustrations just keep building and building and I have no outlet. I've been sitting here in the office all day just thinking about it and I've worked myself up so bad I'm shaking. I wish I could believe he'll get what's coming, but I've taken so many hits in my life I have no faith in karma, or that bad things come to bad people. He has no idea how much he's affected me and he couldn't care less, either of them. It's been a long time coming, and I used to agree weed should be legal, but I've realized successful people don't smoke weed. If you look at everyone I used to hangout with, they are still all living in this god forsaken city making minimum wage with no plans for college a career... And the common thread between them all is pot.