What a trip. Last night I had to park the car in the garage, well lot; but the lot belongs to the mechanics garage. After I did that I went to join my girlfriend who was walking our children, that's dogs to the rest of the world. I usually walk south then turn the corner to meet her and walk up the block just a little bit. Well I didn't see her so I walked all the way up to the corner to see if I could see her on the back side of the block. She Wasnt there so I assumed she had walked all the way back to the front side of the street that we live on.
Well as I stood there on the corner about to turn around this dude across the street on the opposite corner starts talking to me. I couldn't really make out what he was saying but what I did hear him say was, "I got 90 Vicodin". I about crapped my shorts right then and there.
I waved him off and he said ok see you around. But I don't know how this dude came to the conclusion that I might want narcotics. Ironic I thought. But I am a White boy who sticks out like a sore thumb in a neighborhood where most of the White folks are drug users and tend to be poor. And I was dressed down too after I took a shower. Workout shorts, Vans no socks and my Baja Sweater with the hoodie on. Guess I did fit the part, whatever part that is.
My girl did say she saw a drug deal go down in one of the four bus stops last week. Just two dudes looking suspicious like us dudes look sometimes.
I don't our little quit nook, quit after 8pm or so to turn into a locale for scoring drugs. That would suck for general security and myself as well. Don't want to be able to score so easy.
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