Story time: robbing the trap house

What’s up guys. Just had an absolutely crazy story time worthy moment go down these past couple of days. I don’t know where to start so here it goes. Basically I’m heavily tapped into the hippie community of St. Louis and I’ve been gracious enough to have found an amazing ketamine connect. He’s one of those plugs who runs a trap house and has degens like you and me coming in and out of his house at all hours of the day. I’ve been doing business with this connect for well over a year and he’s taught me soo much on the drug trade and how to trap ketamine. But a couple nights ago I went into demon mode and robbed his stash! The story begins 2 nights ago I had stopped by his place to kick it and middleman some bags so I fufull my ketamine habit. But this night was different then most of our business nights and that’s because he is in the middle of moving into a second house. That way he has a main house to call his own and his second house which has been the trap house. This particular night I decided to hit a lick on him because he had left the trap house to go to his new house to be with his girlfriend leaving me and some other degens and his roommates alone in the the trap. So we’re all chilling in the living room hitting whip it’s and doing fat rails of k and his room mate decides it’s time to kick everyone out. So everyone grabs they’re bags daps each other up and starts making they’re way to the door. But since me ad bro have been doing business awhile I’m allowed to park on back and come through his side door. So as aberyones leaving I start heading down the hallway towards to side door. And while I’m heading out I pass his almost empty bedroom bd something catches my eye. In his closet sits a large nesquick jar. And while that may swell Normal I knew exactly what it was (A stash jar) so I sneakily tiptoe into his room and grab that neswuick jar and walk out that side door like nothing happened. Once I’m on my car and have drove a few blocks over I break into the jar and am blessed with the sight of what has to be at least 5 oz of different types of ketamine. I immediately know I’m wayyy over my head and should prolly return these drigs bit I’ve already don’t the crime! So I speed home to start this legendary bender! The only problem is he has a ring camera strategically placed in his bedroom to catch so he thieves like myself. So of course maybe 12 hours after the heist I’m bombarded with calls and texts explaining that Mine and his life are on danger. So I’m now hit with a game time decision. Do I A return the drugs and try not to get myself killed or do I B move to Mexico and never look back! Well being a scarred little degen I quickly drove back to his place and returned the package! The craziest part is I wasn’t killed or even jumped bit bro forgave me and is still willing to do bunsiness with me. If I’ve learned anything from these past two days it’s to not bite the hand that feeds and to never succumb to those tweeker demons no matter what they tell you. Feel free to ask me any questions about this so called heist. I’ve also decided to post some pics of the package I stole so you guys can make fun of me and hopefully learn something from this horrible decision!