Oh boy I almost forgot all this. I'm tempted to define this as epic, but maybe not. You be the judge:
So it's like one in the morning in the middle of cold, cruel Chicago winter. I'm a cokehead at the time, and I just finished my last line. I start with the inevitable fiending, and get to tearing my room apart looking for bags I might of hid sometime. So the phone rings and I jump about a foot in the air cause I was all nervous in case of my ma waking up. I answer and it's my buddy Chris, and he's at his crib, and he just did an 8 ball, and had two more 8 balls to do left over. Do I want to come by at 1 am and do coke till dawn? Obviously!
So I don't have any way over there so he orders me a taxi. Kid was mad rich because he worked under the table at his grandfather's oral surgery office making like 25 an hour, and we were like 15, so that's a lot of money to us then. So I take this taxi down to his crib, and then after twenty minutes he finally makes it downstairs (took so long cause he was a tweekin mess). So we break into his gramma's car, and do the other 8 ball.
So now we're really torn up. Doing big 6 inchers and what not, not because we wanted to be able to dicksize later but because it took that much to touch our tolerances. So we decide to go downtown for no reason at all. We get dropped off from taxi number two in front of our high school at the time, supposed to be the best public school in the Chi. So we do coke in front of our school, and then he wants coffee, so we walk to starbucks because he wants that, and he orders by god a SIX SHOT fucking hot espresso, on all that coke.
So these cops come into starbucks and we get nervous, so we figure we'll get into the bathroom together when noone's looking and just kill all our shit in one big toot. We manage it, but got some dirty dirty looks from the cops on our way out. I think they thought we were fucking in there or something.
But now we're outside, in the cold, wandering around downtown Chicago with a MIGHTY tweek on needing another line super badly. So where do we go? of course, the Greens!
That school and the starbucks are kinda near where the Cabrini Green housing developments are, before they threw everyone out and knocked down the buildings. Anyway, so Chris suggests it. We'd not copped in the ghetto ever yet at that age, but we figured we needed coke more than we were scared of getting robbed. So we head to the greens. Lucky us we found a hobo to get us coke from inside the buildings, cause while Chris was black enough to possibly be okay, we knew I'd likely get my ass robbed, being white as Casper. Chris gave this bum 80 bucks and the bum gave us his backpack, as collateral.
So the bum showed up with what appeared to be 40 bucks of shit. We were shocked he came back at all, and figured 40 was better than nothing, so we did one of the four bags with the bum behind a dumpster in some alley thereabouts. Finished the three other bags and took taxis home.
That's likely one of the shadier things I can think of. Chris isn't around no more, he took too much dope one night when I wasn't there to narcan his stupid ass awake. But that's definitely one of the weirdest things me and him did in pursuit of drugs, and we did a hell of a lot in that regard.