crazy shit by the qwik k
Alright now this is story time, kiddies(so listen up). Today I'm going to tell you the stories of my cigarette journeys down by the qwik k convenience store. I was really bored so I decided I should be smoking something, which isn't a very convenient thought for me because then I have to travel all the way down North Braeswood to the area with a bunch of convenience stores and black people walking on the street. I walked around there for a while(really long time) when i finally saw this black guy in the Church's Chicken. So I went in there and gave him my money and he went to the store and bought me cigarettes(not the kind I asked for but its alright). Then I was walking away when i realized I didn't have a lighter so I needed to get a light from someone. Luckily, I saw these mexicans sitting at a picnic table eating chicken and I stopped to ask for a lighter. Then I saw the beers. These guys were trashed and they invited me to sit down. One of them gave me his light in exchange for a smoke(he lit it but for some reason never smoked it and just let it burn out on the table). The other one gave me a beer and started asking me all these strange repetitive questions. Then, he said he was disappointed with me and he told me to leave. So I did.
Story 2:
Same beginning(very bored, went to that area for cigs). When I got to the qwik k there was this old black guy laying on the curb in front drinking a beer, so I asked him to buy me a pack. He was too drunk to get up or even comprehend what I was saying, so I was about to give up. But when I turned around to start walking away there was this white guy walking there yelling at me if he could bum a smoke. I told him if he wanted to go buy them for me he could, and so he went in. Two seconds later he stuck his head out the door and asked me what color pack i wanted, and finally just told me to come inside. So there I was inside obviously underage and buying cigarettes. The guy asked me if he could get some M&M's too because he said he was stoned out of his head, and I got them for him. When we got outside I asked if he had anymore pot left andwe smoked it out behind the qwik k. Then he started talking about getting acid, and I asked if I could get some, so we left for his friends house. His friends were eating so we had to come back later, so we went to his neighbors apartment. There we picked up more pot and my new friend and his neighbor were tallking abuot buying crack together. So after smoking another joint at this guys place we left to go back to is dealer's/friend's. Once there, however, we were informed we would have to wait 30 mins to buy anything so we just hung out by his apartment. My new friends neighbor was getting pissed about having to wait for crack so he left. Then, my new friend started saying we might not get acid so would i just wanna buy crack instead and was like hell no. I really wanted to leave by that time cause i knew i wasnt really gonna get acid, but i couldnt find the right time, until he went in to talk with his dealer and told me to go sit on some stairs outside and wait. While sitting there, a cop walked past me and said hey boy or something like that and kept on heading toward the crack deal close by. I knew some shit was about to happen so i fucking jumped up and ran out of there. I ran for about ten minutes in a random direction, and luckily, I ended up in a familiar place. Now wasn't that some crazy shit?
Story 2:
Same beginning(very bored, went to that area for cigs). When I got to the qwik k there was this old black guy laying on the curb in front drinking a beer, so I asked him to buy me a pack. He was too drunk to get up or even comprehend what I was saying, so I was about to give up. But when I turned around to start walking away there was this white guy walking there yelling at me if he could bum a smoke. I told him if he wanted to go buy them for me he could, and so he went in. Two seconds later he stuck his head out the door and asked me what color pack i wanted, and finally just told me to come inside. So there I was inside obviously underage and buying cigarettes. The guy asked me if he could get some M&M's too because he said he was stoned out of his head, and I got them for him. When we got outside I asked if he had anymore pot left andwe smoked it out behind the qwik k. Then he started talking about getting acid, and I asked if I could get some, so we left for his friends house. His friends were eating so we had to come back later, so we went to his neighbors apartment. There we picked up more pot and my new friend and his neighbor were tallking abuot buying crack together. So after smoking another joint at this guys place we left to go back to is dealer's/friend's. Once there, however, we were informed we would have to wait 30 mins to buy anything so we just hung out by his apartment. My new friends neighbor was getting pissed about having to wait for crack so he left. Then, my new friend started saying we might not get acid so would i just wanna buy crack instead and was like hell no. I really wanted to leave by that time cause i knew i wasnt really gonna get acid, but i couldnt find the right time, until he went in to talk with his dealer and told me to go sit on some stairs outside and wait. While sitting there, a cop walked past me and said hey boy or something like that and kept on heading toward the crack deal close by. I knew some shit was about to happen so i fucking jumped up and ran out of there. I ran for about ten minutes in a random direction, and luckily, I ended up in a familiar place. Now wasn't that some crazy shit?