On the 30-mile drive to Fayston Street, a war-zone block in the Dorchester neighborhood of Boston, where Lloyd lived with his mother and younger sister (he’d been forced to move home after losing his job at the local utility company), the three men stopped to buy a pack of blue cotton-candy Bubblicious and a cheap cigar, the type used to roll blunts.
Usually, that was Lloyd’s job – Hernandez fondly called him the Bluntmaster.
Per a close friend of Lloyd’s, they’d been getting buzzed in VIP when Lloyd saw two of his cousins downstairs.
For Odin Lloyd, this was bang-up news, proof that his luck had turned around.
Aaron Hernandez, the Pro Bowl tight end of the New England Patriots, was coming by later to scoop him up for another five-star debauch, just 36 hours after he’d taken Lloyd out for the wildest ride of his life.
About as bad as it gets, say longtime family friends.
In exclusive conversations with , those friends, who insisted they not be named, say Hernandez was using the maniacal drug angel dust, had fallen in with a crew of gangsters and convinced himself that his life was in danger, carrying a gun wherever he went.
And now he was about to burn it down again with Hernandez, the $40 million man with the restless streak and a bottomless taste for chronic.
The problem, Lloyd said, was it didn’t end there with Hernandez and his how-high crew: “Them boys is into way worse shit than herb.” Five Sports Stars Accused of Killing Someone How much worse?There was such hunger in that kid for a father’s hand, and such greatness itching to get out, that coach after coach had covered for him whenever the bad Aaron showed – the violent, furious kid who was dangerous to all, most particularly, it seems, to his friends.And so, two days after the spat with Lloyd, he was nursing his rubbed-raw grievance. ” he’s heard screaming on the footage of his home-security system.Club security cameras allegedly capture the two men squabbling, showing Hernandez, six-two and a rippled 250, facing off with the five-11 Lloyd.The friends stopped short of throwing punches, though cameras mounted outside the club show the argument resuming in the street.“You’re gonna start some shit ’tween me and him.” “Well, I don’t want you with him, he’s a punk,” said Lloyd’s cousin, jabbing his finger again in Hernandez’s direction.