I'm odd, i like to stay as far away from the drugs i'm buying as possible.
Call it paranoia if ye want, but that's why i tip AJ, so i can stay away from the source. So, when i tell the kid i wanna make a purchase and he tells me to follow him after work, i get a lil twitchy.
I can see myself hanging outside of a known bin on the southside, waiting for AJ to trot out and hand me a bag. I can see a cop pulling up and asking my what i'm doing, but i have my story.
Yeah, bitches, i have my story.
Unfortunately, it prolly wont match AJ's and we'll get pinched. I'm out 60$.
When Sammy and i got nicked, we had a story. We hadnt discussed the story before hand, but logic dictates alibis. Atleast, in our case it did. I know we didnt say the same thing, but we said the same stuff. We were doing this for this reason.
When we were finally reunited at the end of the talks, i just looked at Sammy and said, Bird in the window...? and he nodded.
Fucking swine.
So, before we leave for the day, AJ says that he's gonna pick up the stuff and gimme a call. I'm thinking Wesmorland (sp?), which is where i picked it up the last time.
I'm thinking it's Monday and if there was any day i'd get snatched up, it'd be onna Monday. I say ok, gimme a call and all that.
Go home, wait. Eat a peppermint (good for nausea, you know). Wait. Smoke. Get a call, not AJ, tell em i'll call em back in an hourish.
I start thinking of the timeline, and i dont think i'll get the call before an hour, and if so, i wont be back within an hour.
I think, if i get busted, i'll have to use the call to call her back and tell her that i cant call cos i got picked up onna petty drug charge.
AJ calls. He tells me Wiswol (sp?) offa Griswald (sp?). He says i'll see him.
So i go, and, in the middle of the street are about 7 young black males. One of em's AJ. I slow down, he hands me the bag, i drive off.
It's weird, once i got there, once i saw where i was, i KNEW i wouldnt get nicked. There was no possibility whatsoever that a cop would be down there.
But, if its one thing i know, you always get caught.
So maybe, MAYBE, this is my last time.
Gonna bathe, get high, watch The Mexican, and crash.
Bitches.
Boop.
Call it paranoia if ye want, but that's why i tip AJ, so i can stay away from the source. So, when i tell the kid i wanna make a purchase and he tells me to follow him after work, i get a lil twitchy.
I can see myself hanging outside of a known bin on the southside, waiting for AJ to trot out and hand me a bag. I can see a cop pulling up and asking my what i'm doing, but i have my story.
Yeah, bitches, i have my story.
Unfortunately, it prolly wont match AJ's and we'll get pinched. I'm out 60$.
When Sammy and i got nicked, we had a story. We hadnt discussed the story before hand, but logic dictates alibis. Atleast, in our case it did. I know we didnt say the same thing, but we said the same stuff. We were doing this for this reason.
When we were finally reunited at the end of the talks, i just looked at Sammy and said, Bird in the window...? and he nodded.
Fucking swine.
So, before we leave for the day, AJ says that he's gonna pick up the stuff and gimme a call. I'm thinking Wesmorland (sp?), which is where i picked it up the last time.
I'm thinking it's Monday and if there was any day i'd get snatched up, it'd be onna Monday. I say ok, gimme a call and all that.
Go home, wait. Eat a peppermint (good for nausea, you know). Wait. Smoke. Get a call, not AJ, tell em i'll call em back in an hourish.
I start thinking of the timeline, and i dont think i'll get the call before an hour, and if so, i wont be back within an hour.
I think, if i get busted, i'll have to use the call to call her back and tell her that i cant call cos i got picked up onna petty drug charge.
AJ calls. He tells me Wiswol (sp?) offa Griswald (sp?). He says i'll see him.
So i go, and, in the middle of the street are about 7 young black males. One of em's AJ. I slow down, he hands me the bag, i drive off.
It's weird, once i got there, once i saw where i was, i KNEW i wouldnt get nicked. There was no possibility whatsoever that a cop would be down there.
But, if its one thing i know, you always get caught.
So maybe, MAYBE, this is my last time.
Gonna bathe, get high, watch The Mexican, and crash.
Bitches.
Boop.