todayzin'
two days in, about $350 richer. hey, that covers rent and a night of drinking! maybe i'll take the next month off. naaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
MEMORABLE EVENTS
Day 1: cancerous wheelchair woman with big cute furry cat gives me $200 to stay and talk with her for a coupla hours. She starts out praising me for my wonderful spirit, and ends calling me evil and filthy. A most interesting conversation it was.
Day 2: skinny dirty woman get in car at bus station, tells me in a jittery cracked-out voice that she's come from montreal to make a drug deal, and that i'm gonna be involved(as her driver). I pretend not to hear that. After she gets drugs, she asks me to pull over for 30 seconds, as i do, then she bends down and I get the impression that she's shooting a needle into her ankle, but I don't want to look so that is not confirmed. I look back later to see a thin cylindrical object in her hand, that might be a syringe, but I don't think it is. Just before dropping her off, a big puff of smoke comes out of her mouth, and it sure don't smell like weed, so I conclude that it was a crack pipe in her hand, and she was probably just getting the drugs out of her sock and filling the pipe back at the stop sign. I lower the windows, drive away, and try not to inhale the cracky air.
rain = good business
MEMORABLE EVENTS
Day 1: cancerous wheelchair woman with big cute furry cat gives me $200 to stay and talk with her for a coupla hours. She starts out praising me for my wonderful spirit, and ends calling me evil and filthy. A most interesting conversation it was.
Day 2: skinny dirty woman get in car at bus station, tells me in a jittery cracked-out voice that she's come from montreal to make a drug deal, and that i'm gonna be involved(as her driver). I pretend not to hear that. After she gets drugs, she asks me to pull over for 30 seconds, as i do, then she bends down and I get the impression that she's shooting a needle into her ankle, but I don't want to look so that is not confirmed. I look back later to see a thin cylindrical object in her hand, that might be a syringe, but I don't think it is. Just before dropping her off, a big puff of smoke comes out of her mouth, and it sure don't smell like weed, so I conclude that it was a crack pipe in her hand, and she was probably just getting the drugs out of her sock and filling the pipe back at the stop sign. I lower the windows, drive away, and try not to inhale the cracky air.
rain = good business