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i'm up on hours of aliveness- no sleep yet. i'm just about to have breakfast, and i think i will wash it down with a beer. this morning was quite the adventure with christine, we left my house very early today and made the greatest endeavor in her car in nassau county. first we began on prospect ave. where we figured we could easily buy some weed. because there are so many suspicious looking black men on prospect avenue, anyone could be a drug dealer. the search was effortless. we were soon flagged down by two black men who later stated they was just tryin to holla. the first black man must of been the blackest man i've ever seen. his eyes were large and agape, colored yellow and blood-shot. his jaw was itchy, he kept scratching it. sentences that came from his foul yellow mouth were incoherent. or he just kept repeating the same things over and over. he was most memorable because he claimed to be a hustler, said he banks about a grand a day selling rocks. and christine turns to him in an innocent voice, "but you don't do crack, do you?" and he said naaaahhhh....
it was hilarious, but it gets even better.
the crack head starts asking us to take him places. to hempstead. where he can find us a bag. and well, alright we thought. christine was mostly afraid that the crack head was going to get mad and attack us. so after the agreement of going to hempstead christine invites both of the black men into her vehicle in which the real adventure begins.
as far as the second black man goes he is my friend now after this very long morning is over. his name is ty and he thinks the crack head is just as crazy as we do.
as we venture out into hempstead the crack head asked us several times to stop. first, at the gas station where we watched him steal a 40oz and buy a lottery ticket with christine's loose change. he must of put all his soul's worth into that lottery ticket, i thought, because before he scratched it he felt like he'd just won a million bucks. or a really big rock o crack. well he scratched it off and to his disappointment his winnings totaled into a mere 62 cents to which he remarked with a foul yellow and tooth-holey grin "reminds me of my grades back in high school"
our second stop for the crack head's pleasure brought us all to terrace ave. "the weed block". oh yes my friends it was most certainly the weed block. as we pulled in i must have counted already 5 drug deals being made in front of us. the streets were full of newspapers and garbage, the housing looked like tenaments. but in the gaping scary eyes of the crack head i could see this place to him, looked like gold. he was at home. and in that moment, yes, we thought, he is home! we will leave him here once he gets out of the car and be gone before he even realizes it. he asked christine for five dollars so that he could pick up a bag. and to be honest i didn't know that nickel bags really existed until today, but he came back with evidence. we were too late to leave him behind, his big eyes followed christine's car making sure she was nowhere out of sight. soon he returned with a bag of regs to which he proclaimed "and all this for only four dollars!"
the crack head's plan was to buy a dutch and we would smoke some weed with him on the way out of hempstead. but as for me christine and ty, we had something else in mind. the crack head limped his way out of the car and into the bodega and than we got the fuck out of there. he was crazy, do you blame us? i don't feel bad. it was his lucky day today, he had a dutch and some weed and he belonged in hempstead. what sucked for him is that he left his bogies in christine's car and ty taxed them. and i do remember earlier the crack head speaking so lovingly and so high and proud of himself to have bought that fresh pack of cigarettes this morning.
as for the rest of what happened to that crazy motherfucker i do not know. as for the rest of us, we bought some good weed and came back to my house to watch big love and recollect about this story.
it was hilarious, but it gets even better.
the crack head starts asking us to take him places. to hempstead. where he can find us a bag. and well, alright we thought. christine was mostly afraid that the crack head was going to get mad and attack us. so after the agreement of going to hempstead christine invites both of the black men into her vehicle in which the real adventure begins.
as far as the second black man goes he is my friend now after this very long morning is over. his name is ty and he thinks the crack head is just as crazy as we do.
as we venture out into hempstead the crack head asked us several times to stop. first, at the gas station where we watched him steal a 40oz and buy a lottery ticket with christine's loose change. he must of put all his soul's worth into that lottery ticket, i thought, because before he scratched it he felt like he'd just won a million bucks. or a really big rock o crack. well he scratched it off and to his disappointment his winnings totaled into a mere 62 cents to which he remarked with a foul yellow and tooth-holey grin "reminds me of my grades back in high school"
our second stop for the crack head's pleasure brought us all to terrace ave. "the weed block". oh yes my friends it was most certainly the weed block. as we pulled in i must have counted already 5 drug deals being made in front of us. the streets were full of newspapers and garbage, the housing looked like tenaments. but in the gaping scary eyes of the crack head i could see this place to him, looked like gold. he was at home. and in that moment, yes, we thought, he is home! we will leave him here once he gets out of the car and be gone before he even realizes it. he asked christine for five dollars so that he could pick up a bag. and to be honest i didn't know that nickel bags really existed until today, but he came back with evidence. we were too late to leave him behind, his big eyes followed christine's car making sure she was nowhere out of sight. soon he returned with a bag of regs to which he proclaimed "and all this for only four dollars!"
the crack head's plan was to buy a dutch and we would smoke some weed with him on the way out of hempstead. but as for me christine and ty, we had something else in mind. the crack head limped his way out of the car and into the bodega and than we got the fuck out of there. he was crazy, do you blame us? i don't feel bad. it was his lucky day today, he had a dutch and some weed and he belonged in hempstead. what sucked for him is that he left his bogies in christine's car and ty taxed them. and i do remember earlier the crack head speaking so lovingly and so high and proud of himself to have bought that fresh pack of cigarettes this morning.
as for the rest of what happened to that crazy motherfucker i do not know. as for the rest of us, we bought some good weed and came back to my house to watch big love and recollect about this story.