Jul 27, 2006 20:31
So, let's see. I've got a heart murmur. What does that mean anyways? The doctor didn't seem to make a big deal out of it. She also wants to x ray and stuff for my breathing problem. Yeah, I've got one of those. I'm thinking, this smoking business is not the best thing I can do.... OH... WELL.
What else... oh, here's a cool story, I met a drug dealer today, he wanted to be my friend.
So, I'm walking down the street in the blistering fucking heat (why Miami PORQUE!? ) and there's this dude, next to his little van, and he looks at me and he's like, whats up? And I'm like, *smile* keep walking. leave me alone you man. So he gets in his van, catches up to me, hey you need a lift? ... no thanks.... walk.... he stops up ahead. AGH, what now.
"Hey, I see you're smoking a cigarette."
-Why, yes I am...
-do you smoke weed?
-uh, no
-no?
-no
- you know, once you start smoking weed, you leave cigarettes
- oh yeah?
- OH YEAH
..... etc
- you sure you don't smoke weed?
- no I don't
- do a lot of your friends?
- some
- I thought so... here, I'm gonna give you my card, it's got my number and my name. My nickname is J.J. , what's your name?
- yeah ok, thanks bye
Yeah, his card... he's a drug dealer diguised as a real estate man! hah, idk, maybe he does it on the side. Point is, I'm not gonna call JJ.