last time I got anything was exactly one week ago. The one bus I take is cool because I can get a seat every time but the 2nd one is always packed full and theres at least 2 wheelchair people on there every time
Wound up just walking an extra 2 miles because I got down the street faster than the bus sitting in traffic, certainly wasnt for fresh air
of course if I had given the driver my transfer ticket I would have sat my ass on someone's lap but thanks to some wheelchair lady I just blended in the back
When I finally get to where I needed to go, cops are all over the street and the whole neighborhood is basically laying low and i happen to walk past this older white lady who just goes "not a good time" as she's power walking the other way
well I didnt need much convincing to leave that block but now I was back to square one of having no connect so I just wandered a bit, passed by a couple potential spots but nothing really sat well for some reason. Ill be honest, id prefer to not deal with black people. If I was running out of time and one of them offered me shit, well fuck it what do you got right?
but if I have my choice (and you always do around here), its a puerto rican or some other hispanic race. Nothing personal, just going by the law of averages and past experiences.
anyway, I had to walk like a whole mile to a slightly different neighborhood before I felt comfortable with who I was dealing with
I turned down this street my friend used to get crack off of (albeit a bit further down) and within 20 yards I already know im walking into a drug spot, partially because there were a lot of people galavanting about despite nobody really going anywhere, but mostly because of the guy walking in the other direction pleading for me to buy works off him (get a job grouch!)
Thankfully I happened to be on the same side of the street as the employee of the month because this Puerto Rican kid with an Allen Iverson jacket on (like the warmup jackets they wear before games in shootarounds, one of the blue ones. it was actually a pretty sick jacket ftr) sees me coming and flags me down a few feet before I reach the porch him and two other people are sitting on.
he asks if I need dope. I say yeah. Says something in spanish. Some beat down looking chick comes out of the shadows and unpalms her hand, revealing a handful of baggies. after it took her like 5 mins to count out my bags (i blame the schools), I slap the money in her hand and walk the fuck away. i dont even say bye to these people anymore in all honesty. not because I dislike them or have any personal qualms with them, there is just a mutual disinterest in each other. We each just happen to have something the other wants, and thats it
but i would rock that dudes jacket for sure