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Bluelighter
I need to bitch about one of my dealers for just a second...
I always meet this dealer in one of two places, but both places are in the hood, and I mean legitimately in the hood. I thought that I've seen bad neighborhoods before, but man, those neighborhoods pale in comparison to where these two spots are. It's fucking scary. But whatever, that's not the issue. Whenever he tells me to meet him at the first spot, well, it's relatively easy and he's in good spirits. It's still a bad neighborhood, but there's rarely ever people there. So I'll jump into his car, and we'll chat for a second, we exchange money/drugs, and off I go on my merry way.
Whenever he tells me to meet him at the second spot, I get a knot in my stomach. I basically have to park my car, walk up to this big, steel door with tons of people around and a police sub-station right next door; I have to knock on the door or whatever, and he'll open it, and then we do our transaction inside this abandoned little stair-well thing. I guess he just posts out there in that one spot and takes customers, but I can't wrap my head around it because it's like a fucking dungeon and no one else seems to post out there. The worst part is that he's always so uneasy and sketched out, which, in turn, makes me really uneasy and sketched out.
I hate it, man. I hate having to go there, and I hate how fucking uptight he is whenever I go to see him there.
I always meet this dealer in one of two places, but both places are in the hood, and I mean legitimately in the hood. I thought that I've seen bad neighborhoods before, but man, those neighborhoods pale in comparison to where these two spots are. It's fucking scary. But whatever, that's not the issue. Whenever he tells me to meet him at the first spot, well, it's relatively easy and he's in good spirits. It's still a bad neighborhood, but there's rarely ever people there. So I'll jump into his car, and we'll chat for a second, we exchange money/drugs, and off I go on my merry way.
Whenever he tells me to meet him at the second spot, I get a knot in my stomach. I basically have to park my car, walk up to this big, steel door with tons of people around and a police sub-station right next door; I have to knock on the door or whatever, and he'll open it, and then we do our transaction inside this abandoned little stair-well thing. I guess he just posts out there in that one spot and takes customers, but I can't wrap my head around it because it's like a fucking dungeon and no one else seems to post out there. The worst part is that he's always so uneasy and sketched out, which, in turn, makes me really uneasy and sketched out.
I hate it, man. I hate having to go there, and I hate how fucking uptight he is whenever I go to see him there.