Smoked Out!

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Chapter 1. From Riches to Rags.

April 5th. 2014 What went wrong? Craig McGee is a 47-year-old African American male who stands 5 feet 10 inches tall. Before his bad situation, he weighed 225 pounds. McGee was health conscious and worked out regularly. He was sculpted like an athlete and his a well-toned physique was complemented by his beautiful onyx complexion.

Life had been good for Craig! He had a five-bedroom brick home on a beautiful tree-lined street. The well-manicured grounds contained a heated Olympic-sized swimming pool. Both he and his wife, Rhonda, were successful business people. Rhonda stood 5 feet 10 barefoot and had a blemish-free mocha complexion. She was a former highly paid couture model. No longer a model, she remained in the business as the owner of Onde, an internationally known line of fashion and fragrances.

The McGee’s also owned a very successful Trucking company. With 127 tractor trailers of their own. Plus 384 more tractor trailers operating under the McGee’s family authority.

The McGee’s were blessed with two beautiful daughters LaRhonda and LaTanya. Their beautiful almond complexions were the genetic gift of their parents and the coal-black wavy hair that cascaded down their backs identified the Native American heritage included in their ancestry. LaRhonda and LaTanya were the crown princesses in their small town. They were envied by girls their age who wished that they could be just like them. Every man in their town had hopes of courting one of the sisters. Some even dreamed of marrying them.

They possessed a line of Cadillacs: a pair of custom-made Cadillac sedans, fully equipped with every available option, including custom rims, a Platinum-Edition Escalade, and a Cadillac pickup truck. Their toys also included a 90-foot Sterling yacht.

The Magee women were well kept—as evidenced by their high-end attire. Not only did they wear their mother’s fashion line Onde but also sported names like Gucci, Prada, and Christian Dior. Throughout their lives, the McGees lavished their daughters with expensive private schools toys, Samsung computers, and the best clothing. They were the first family in their community to have an in ground swimming pool in their backyard. All three of the McGee’s women in Craig’s life were spoiled with the finer things in life. The ladies in this family wore only the best. Mostly, upscale clothing. The McGee women always had that red carpet appeal. Or some might say they looked like Fashion Fair models on a Paris runway. They turned heads everywhere they went.

Both LaRhonda and LaTanya went to the best private schools, and were straight-A students. Living an affluent life, this family found pleasure in travel. Their daughters experienced travel abroad. Everybody respected the McGees because of their stature in their community. All four of the McGees were spoiled to death, living the best life that any African American family ever could think imaginable. They were truly a product of the American dream—but that was 14 years ago.

What went wrong for the McGees? Yes, it was over 14 years ago. Today in 2014 the old good life for the McGee family is nothing but a fairytale turned nightmare. Today Rhonda McGee resides as a patient in the Tinley Park mental institution. Rhonda is constantly undergoing serious psychological treatment, and is kept heavily sedated. LaRhonda is now working the dirty streets of Chicago, selling her body on street corners for $5. LaTanya, the McGee’s youngest daughter, is now an exprostitute dying from AIDS. Mr. McGee is now homeless, living in the Chicago streets, eating out of garbage cans. When he is not robbing and stealing, Mr. McGee tries to sell his own body as a prostitute. Back in the good days, Mr. McGee weighed 225 pounds. Today Mr. McGee weighs only 152 pounds soaking wet with boots on. His skin is dirty. His entire body is covered with sores and he is filthy. He hasn’t had a bath in two years and his clothes haven’t been washed either. From not brushing, Mr. McGee’s teeth are all gone except for six rotten ones. His lips and fingers are burnt. It has been over six months since McGee used a comb on his hair and it is visibly kinky. One can smell him from a mile away. He smells worse than road kill, and looks worse than that. Most of his time is spent standing in front of Arab stores harassing customers, panhandling and trying to scheme for anything he can get. When this gets old, he steals or breaks into homes. What the hell happen to Mr. McGee, and the rest of his royal Cadillac family? How could this happen? How did they go from riches to rags? From sugar to shit? What the hell happen to these people? What went wrong?

I’m going to tell all of you what happened. CRACK! That’s right, I said it. CRACK cocaine. That little piece of white rock that looks like chalk. Crack cocaine, commonly known as crack, is known on the street by many names, like base cocaine, rock, rock cocaine, hard, etc. Crack is the worst illegal drug or plague to ever hit the face of this earth. No other drugs or diseases have ever been more destructive than crack cocaine. This drug has destroyed the lives of millions, and their families. All it takes is one try and the rest of a person’s life is instantly in ruins. Crack cocaine is so small in size but is big in destruction. That it has many, many names it’s know by. Crack first hit America in the mid-1980s. By 1987, half of the United States was destroyed by this powerful drug or had family members destroyed by this highly addictive drug. Even people who had never used drugs or alcohol became some of the worst crack addicts. Women and men started prostituting, selling their bodies for as little as $2.00. Parents pimped their children. Everyone addicted to crack started robbing and stealing to support their habit. Lying and cheating just to get crack. Nobody was safe from this horrible drug. Even lawmakers and law enforcement started becoming addicted to crack cocaine. Crack even hit Wall Street. Actors and movie stars became smoked out.

Crack cocaine is usually smoked through a pipe, aluminum can, or in cigarette papers. People will use just about anything to smoke crack cocaine, since the only way to use crack cocaine is to smoke the drug. When someone is addicted to smoking crack, people say that person is smoking, or is a base head. But most people just say that person is smoked out. Mr. McGee had been smoking crack for over 14 years. Everyone who used to admire him, now mock and disrespect him. Even little children, have no respect for him. Nobody calls Craig McGee, Mr. McGee anymore. Instead everybody calls him CRACKY or Black-ass CRACKY. Mr. McGee’s own family what’s left of them even calls him Cracky. When he gets arrested, which is all the time, the police call Craig McGee—Cracky. In the courtrooms, judges sometimes slip up and call Craig McGee—Cracky. One time a clerk for the courtrooms accidentally wrote Cracky on Craig McGee’s criminal file and arrest report. So when the judge called for the next defendant, the bailiff yelled out in the courtroom, The state of Illinois versus Cracky. Cracky came walking from the bullpen with a bailiff holding him by the arm, while at the same time holding his nose from the horrible smell coming from Cracky’s body. Everyone in the courtroom started laughing at Cracky. Cracky smelled so bad people started leaving the courtroom. Even Cracky’s public defender, who usually stands right beside his client, left the courtroom. But when it came to representing Cracky, the public defender was standing all the way by the courtroom entry doors holding his nose. He yelled so the judge and stenographer could hear him better. Cracky was smelling worse than shit. The judge and prosecutor immediately dismissed all of the criminal charges against Cracky. Cracky yelled out, That’s how I beat all of my criminal charges! By going into courtrooms smelling like shit. Cracky started skipping toward the exit doors of the courtroom singing out loud. I smell like shit, and the judge can’t take it. I smell like shit and the judge can’t take it. The judge and prosecutor just shook their head side to side. Cracky was right. No judge or jury was going to sit there holding their breath. And a public defender and prosecutor stood far away by the courtroom exit doors, holding their breath, and yelling, trying to argue their case. It just wouldn’t look right for the courtroom. Plus, it would serve as good grounds for an appeal for Cracky. And that would mean the courts would have to bring Cracky back to the courtroom and have to smell him all over again. For them this would be pure torture. From years of abusing crack cocaine, Cracky suffers from several serious psychological impairments. Cracky sometimes doesn’t know or doesn’t care about his actions or the impacts they have on himself or others. Like most drug addicts Cracky will say, and almost do anything inappropriate or obscene. The only thing he thinks about is his next high. Some drug addicts in their start hallucinating. Paranoid, seeing and hearing things that do not exist. Some talk to imaginary people or their drugs. Even their crack pipes. Cracky has an old crack pipe that was made in 1985. Cracky calls his crack pipe Magic. Magic had been passed down from crack addict to crack addict. Over seven crackheads once owned Magic before Cracky and Magic became the best of companions. And all seven of Magic’s previous owners use to hallucinate and talk to Magic, and Magic would talk back to all of them. Cracky’s crack pipe Magic was about 7 inches long. The pipe was about an inch thick with a round bubble in the middle with pure heat resistance transparent glass. The glass crack pipe is curbed up with a half-inch ringer bowl where you place the crack to light the drug. Magic the crack pipe was Cracky’s best friend in the world. They had been the best of friends for over five years. When it comes to hallucinating and inappropriate behavior, Cracky is one of the worst people. Even though Cracky is a 47-year-old black man, he often has the mental mind state of an 8-year-old child. Crack cocaine has destroyed too many of Cracky’s brain cells. It is called being burnt out. Or SMOKED OUT.

One day Cracky was standing in front of an Arab grocery store begging when an 87-year-old white man came out of the store with a large shopping bag. Cracky ran up on the elderly man to beg for some spare change or anything he might give Cracky. Cracky was not about to rob or harm the elderly man; however, he startled him, causing him to drop his shopping bag and the lotto ticket that was in his other hand. The old white man ran to his car, jumped in, and took off like a bat out of hell. The next day the old man would go to the hospital because of chest pains and die of a massive heart attack. Cracky picked up all of the old man’s groceries and the lotto ticket, and started trying to sell them. It was a business opportunity for Cracky but because of Cracky’s bad looks, reputation, and awful smell, he couldn’t sell any of the old man’s items. So Cracky kept all of the items.

Cracky was burglarizing the home of Barron Hudson and his family while they were sleeping. He was about to unplug their new Samsung 75" 4K HDR Ultra HD smart TV a brand that intrigued him because they are the best televisions and people love them. Plus, the new models have a built-in security chip in the event that it is stolen the police can easily find it and return it to its owner. Then Cracky would break back into the same homes and steal the TV again and resell it. One time Cracky broke into a house twenty-six times and kept stealing the same TV and reselling it. As Cracky was about to unplug the 75-inch Samsung, Magic--Cracky’s crack pipe--started talking to him,

hold up, wait, Wait! Cracky wait! Let’s get those lotto numbers before you unplug that television. Cracky told Magic, We ain’t got time! We got to go before someone wakes up. I ain’t trying to go back to jail. I just got out of jail two days ago. Magic said, Man just wait. Just wait. I want to see what those numbers. Do you still have that lotto ticket that you found? Cracky replied, Yeah, I still have it. To which Magic said, Man then just wait. Cracky retorted, Man you gon’ see us back in a jail cell if we get caught. Magic replied, Man just wait. Just wait. Have I ever steered you wrong? Cracky looked down at his left jacket pocket where he kept Magic when Magic wasn’t in Cracky’s hand or mouth. Cracky started thinking of all the trouble he’s gotten into over the years listening to Magic. Then Magic said to Cracky, Well I never got you into any bullshit trouble on a Wednesday. Again Cracky look down strangely. Magic’s only reply was well at least not ever at 10:30 p.m. on a Wednesday night. Cracky then agreed with Magic and said yeah you right Magic. You right man. You never got me into any bullshit trouble on a Wednesday at 10:30 p.m., but all the other times you have.

Chapter 2. From Rags Back To Riches.

The lotto numbers came up on the big Samsung 75-inch screen. They were 16, 24, 8, 19, 31, and the Powerball number was 11. Cracky looked at the lotto ticket, and Magic started yelling. We won! We won! We won! We won the damn lotto for nine hundred and eighty-three million dollars!

Cracky’s eyes bulged out, almost out of their sockets. They were almost as big as baseballs. His eyes were even more open than when the first time Cracky had hit the pipe. Hit the pipe means smoking crack. Cracky started yelling out loud, Aw shit! Aw shit! Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Scarface! Scarface! Scarface! Cracky saw himself using cocaine like the famous actor Al Pacino was doing in the movie Scarface.

Magic started telling Cracky to be quiet and stop yelling. Magic said, Be quiet, Cracky. Cracky, be quiet. We still are in these peoples’ house.

Cracky yelled out loud: I don’t give a damn! I don’t give a damn! Fuck these people, and their damn house! and started running all over the house yelling as loud as he could, Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Scarface! Scarface damn it! Scarface damn it! Scarface baby!

Cracky ran into all three bedrooms and woke up all five of the Hudsons, who were sleeping quietly in their beds. Cracky kept yelling, Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Um gon’ be getting high like Scarface! Scarface! Scarface! Scarface damn it! Um the new king of crack cocaine! Um the new king of crack cocaine! Scarface ain’t got shit on Cracky! So fuck Scarface! Cracky is the new king of cocaine! When Cracky look up he saw a big Smith & Western 357 magnum handgun aimed at his face. Barron Shelton the owner of the house Had woke from sleeping, and grab his pistol. Barron cock back the trigger of his big blue steel 357 magnum, and was about to shoot Cracky in his head. Barron’s a 6 foot 2. 246 pound 47 year old brown skin black man. Barron heard his wife Colleen yell out from behind him. Barron are you crazy? Are you going to shoot this crazy fool right in front us? Can’t you that this fool is on some kind of drugs? Colleen stood 5 foot 6. 147 pound 45 year old beautiful dark skin black woman. With 6 inch long dark black hair. When Barron turned and look behind him. Barron saw his lovely wife Colleen, and their three kids. Ebony a 5 foot 7. 143 pound 19 years old young black woman. Barron, Jr. A 6 foot 4. 232 pound young black man. And the Hudson’s youngest child. 17 year old young black man, and Michael who stands 5 foot 11. 227 pounds. Once Barron realized that his family was stand in back of him. Barron slowly lowered his gun. Because he couldn’t kill a man in front of his dear loveones. The danger of dying didn’t scare Cracky at all. Cracky continue dancing around, and yelling out. I’m going to be getting high like Scarface! I’m going to be getting high like Scarface! Scarface! Scarface! Scarface baby! Then Cracky yelled out. The new King of cocaine is here! It is going to be free rocks for everybody! It is going to be free crack for every man, woman, and child. Um gon’ be at all the schools passing out free crack! Um gon’ get the whole world high! It don’t matter if you blind, crippled, or crazy! You want to get high then Um your guy. That’s my new slogan: ‘If you want to get high for free, then come and see me! Cracky! The new king of crack cocaine!’

Cracky told Magic that he was going to start doing television commercials with him and Magic standing around 500 kilos of crack cocaine, offering free crack to anyone and every one who wanted to get high. A kilogram is 1000 grams of drugs. Cracky gave back the cheap silverware, a Samsung microwave, and an old toaster. He gave the kids back their Xbox videogame, an old iPod, and an old vacuum cleaner. Then Cracky told the family that he was going to buy the family new Samsung products. Samsung refrigerator, Samsung washer and dryer, Samsung dishwasher, Samsung 75-inch 4K HDR Ultra HD televisions, with 3D, and Samsung Galaxy smartphones. Then Cracky yelled out, You know why? Because they’re the best that’s made. I know because that’s what I use to steal and sell. Don’t nobody knows good merchandise like a thief! Cracky then walked out of the house with his arms in the air, yelling, Um the new king of cocaine! Um the new king of crack! Scarface ain’t got shit on Cracky! Scarface ain’t got shit on me! It is time to start getting high like Scarface! Scarface! Scarface! Damn it! Then Cracky yelled out. And at every Christmas I’m going to send all of you. Kilos of Crack cocaine, and stockings filled with rock cocaine fore The kids. Colleen Hudson yelled out. Like Hell you are! As Cracky continued walking away from their house.

The Hudson family just stood there, shaking and baffled. Barron Hudson told his wife and kids: Cracky has to be high as hell. Then Barron Hudson started pointing, and yelling at his kids: "That’s what drugs do to you! That’s what dope does to you! Nobody in this family better not ever do any damn drugs! Nobody in this family better not even think about trying drugs! After what they’d just seen, the three Hudson children vowed to never have anything to do with drugs. Those three kids were scared straight for the rest of their lives.

At the ceremony for the winner of the lotto, Cracky was the biggest single winner ever in the history of lotto winners—$983,000,000. Almost one billion dollars! Cracky showed up looking and smelling the same as always.