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Mad Dash

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"When is he going to call back baby ?? I can't stand it no more !!"

The plea of the beginning stages of dope sick. My female cohert reclines in the passenger seat next to me. I have been driving in circles in the same city block waiting for my connect to call back so I can go and grab the bundles I have been waiting for. The only thing worse than not having money for your D.O.C. (drug of choice) is to have the wad of cashish (sorry blah had to use it) in your lap and having the dealer dick you around.

I finally give up due to the fact that I am driving on fumes and retreat back to my lifeless house, sweating despite the freezing temperature outside the automobile. My aching legs reach the top of 2 flights of stairs...

RRRRRRRRRRRRRING! "Yo bro, all set come through!".

I do a 180, almost pushing down my girl-that is a friend, brushing her shoulders and tits. Can't think about those 36 C perfect melons right now, gotta jump in the car and hit the highway ! I peel out in front of my house and whip it back to the I-95. Within 10 minutes I am en route to the dope spot, legs shaking from excitement (or drawal I dunno). I can already taste the drip in the back of my throat before I pull up.

In and out record time. "Grab me a CD case and bust 3 out for me babe." The girl is a pro, now the dope is in hand I can appreciate the little things in life, like how fast this girl is dumping the tan powder of love. One huge line up the nostril and instantly my nose stops running. Relief to say the least.

We then proceed to pull the car over and fuck for 40 minutes in a diesel induced sex session... not.. I settle for a BJ and we pull into 7-11 for some slurpees to slurp while we are spun and comfortably numb.

I think to myself as I light up my cig. How many people in this city make the mad dash around to satisfy their cravings. I flick a dollar bill into the old man's cup out front of the store, hoping he's collected enough to score a bubble rock to make his day too.

Nothing but a NASCAR race inside my head to score... fuck it! yeee hawww ! Might as well enjoy it while I'm here !
 
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I do a 180, almost pushing down my girl-that is a friend, brushing her shoulders and tits. Can't think about those 36 C perfect melons right now, gotta jump in the car and hit the highway ! I peel out in front of my house and whip it back to the I-95.

lol, I hear that

The girl is a pro, now the dope is in hand I can appreciate the little things in life, like how fast this girl is dumping the tan powder of love.

lol, great again, can totally relate...

think to myself as I light up my cig. How many people in this city make the mad dash around to satisfy their cravings. I flick a dollar bill into the old man's cup out front of the store, hoping he's collected enough to score a bubble rock to make his day too.

Ive thunk those thoughts many of times...

Nothing but a NASCAR race inside my head to score... fuck it! yeee hawww ! Might as well enjoy it while I'm here !

So true, live life to its fullest has always been my motto...


Great stuff, I love drug stories write some more if you get a chance, and you can use the 'cashish' anytime. lol
 
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