A SOSM wannabee group contacts you
You should have known better. But all that desparate time trying to make contact. You meet a 17 year old punky kid. He sells weed. Only kind budd. thirty bucks a gram. No half grams. You laugh when he tells you how much it costs. That is untill he shows you a budd. The prettyiest colors of red green and purple. Coated in white crystals. Smelling like paradise right through the baggie. So one day you break down a buy a gram. You bring the kid over and you and him smoke a puff of it each. You have never known weed like this before! It makes blueberry taste like stale bread. You start hanging out with the kid, even buying him beers. Every once in a while he breaks out a free hit of his super ultra weed. You are high for hours after that. He starts bringing his friends by, claiming they are more SOSM members. They bring teenage girls by with them. The kids brag constantly about the godlike weed they have smoked. White weed, thai stick. You don't buy it. Meanwhile your home is turning into a out of control party house. Broken bottles in the street. Teens peeling out from your driveway at all hours of the night. Kid and his runaway girlfriend have moved in. Where did it all get out of control. When neighbor's cars start getting broken into at a regular pace they go to the police. The cops raid your home at 2 a m. You turn pale with fright to see police car after police car pulling in and the neighbors standing outside to gossip about it. The kids react in a way you didn't expect. They draw out handguns and they open fire through the windows. A long shootout follows. At the end of it sixteen are dead, including you.
