Dating Drug Dealer
Would you date a drug dealer?
No. There was this guy that really wanted to date me. He was actually a really intelligent man and was very mature and carried himself well. He had two degrees and made a hell of a living working for the Big 3. BUT, he was a frickin drug dealer. He had like eight cars/trucks, a couple mansions here and there and most of the hoodrats in Detroit would have did anything to be with him. But I just couldn’t do it. I was not about to put myself in danger to live the high life. We still remained cool and I remember the first time I told him about my now-husband. Shortly thereafter, he was ambushed in one of his homes and shot multiple times. He didn’t die but had I been stupid and been with him, I could have been in that vehicle and it could have been my own life at stake. He surrounded himself with murderers and they were nice to me just because I knew him. But they were still murderers and that’s just not a scene I want to be a part of.
Nothing’s worth that.
Lizzy’s totally dating a drug dealer.
