Often,there were conversations like this..
"Oh,..hey,.what's up?"
"What's up?..Are you out of you're fucking mind?..What you think is up?..I got people I gotta see,and you owe me for a mother fucking ounce,THAT'S what's up!"
"Hey!..Dude,..No shit,..I'm gettin' 15 hundred bucks from Claire's mom this weekend..You know I'm good for it."
"Yeah you are,..That's why you bought an 8-ball from Raphael this morning...You ignorant fuck!..Where the hell you think he gets his dope from?....Gimme the pink slip."
"What???"
"GIVE.ME.THE .PINK .SLIP, to that mother fucking,piece o' shit Maverick in yer driveway...and you'll get it back when I get my grand !" ..."Why you gotta make me tax yer ass?"
"Hey,..no problem bro.."
"Fuck Rick!,...Like I need another car.." .."Say hey to Claire".
It wasn't all glamour and excitement...I felt like sharing for a moment.Move along folks..I have.
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ahhh yes.the drug days..i remember being broke and my dealer needed a new storm door, so i used my card to get him a door and i got my meth...judas priest..here's your brain...here's your brain on drugs..buying a storm door for speed...argh
yellowdog G.-Lol..I always had to remind myself,that on the very best day,My customers were drug addicts...
so how many cars did you hold the pink slip for?
apos-3 cars,1 laptop,1 pistol,2 rifles,God knows how many gold rings and necklaces...Most of which were thankfully redeemed before I got busted.(the weapons would have been a major sentence enhancement)..
Late last night about a quarter past four
Ladanyi come knockin' down my hotel room door
Where's the cocaine--
It's runnin' all 'round my brain
I was talking to my doctor down at the hospital
He said, "Son, it says here you're twenty-seven,
But that's impossible
Cocaine-- you look like you could be forty-five"
i remember sitting in my car listening to the stereo while i waited for a doctor's appointment and this song came , i said goodbye to the white bitch that day.
ruby rocks-The night the police came busting in and slammed me against the wall with their guns to my head was good enough for me.That was the day after Thanksgiving,1999.
babs-Rick was more than freaky.He's the guy that wore the wire for the cops when he scored from me.That led to my arrest.
babs-..an interesting little side story.
Rick made two purchases from me on two separate occasions,during which time we chatted about this and that.
After my arrest,my lawyer brought me a copy of my discovery.While he was referred to as CI(confidential informant) # such and such,there was a verbatum account of the conversation he and I had a few days before my arrest.You see,the cops really didn't care all that much about the little bastard's anonymity.
I think you are better served in your new career.
lorraine-I am quite simply,blessed.
My work is creative and satisfying.
My neighbors smile and wave,(even though I occasionally forget to take my trash to the curb on Thursday),and my friends and aquaintances are happy to see me,because I'm me,and not 'cause I'm holdin' the bag. :)
being an upright sober citizen is not such a bad thing...'i'll pat you on your back you pat me on mine..ha
Yellowdog G.-Thank God!..My arm was gettin' tired from reaching around to pat my own self.
charlie-True and true!
Plus!!...no more pesky SWAT teams milling about.
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