Lately I've been under insane amounts of stress and anxiety. I have a job in which I work with teenagers that are emotionally/behaviorally challenged, and I have a lot of struggles at work. I have chaos in my relationship, and I guess in every other area of my life. So as a former addict, I decide to go hit the street. I throw on my fedora, grab some energy drinks, grab some headphones and jump on the bus. I live in a fairly over-populated college town in South Central Indiana, and it's not too hard to find what I want in this town (not too easy either). I head to a park where the homeless and the junkies crawl, and chill. Nothing happening. I go to the library and wondering if I should be doing this while reading some book about google. Finally after about an hour, I go outside to smoke a cigarette and I see a homeless dude rolling up a cigarette, and I feel for the guy right, so I hand him a marlboro. We strike up a conversation and naturally it turns to drugs. Bandana (as I'll refer to him here on out) seems like a well-tempered personable guy, and says he'll see if he can find anything. Bandana comes back about an hour later saying he can get some rock or some suboxone. Obviously I choose the sobo, b/c rock is dirty in my eyes. I start walking with him back towards the park, and along the way I see a junkie I recognize, and split with him, although he says the scene is dry. Junkie is a really dirty grizzly guy, about 24 years old, no social skills, and just down right nasty. He'd rip you off in a heartbeat, but I have somewhat of a rapport with him, so we keep walking, to get some sobo that's "on deck". We walk around for about half an hour, and he's ripping loud farts on young college girls, then telling them they're hot, asking if they wanna fuck, dumb shit like that. I'm walking with him, wearing a black pea coat, fedora, clean-shaven, and otherwise socially acceptable. And I'm embarrassed. I tell junkie that I'll catch him later and I split. I meet back up with bandana and he introduces me to this older guy with a black eye. Black Eye says he has six subs and a bit of rock on him, and to chill a minute, as a patrol car just rolled up in the park. So we're sitting talking for about an hour when we gonna do the deal. I hand him the money and he slowly walks away arguing with somebody and I'm uneasy, thinking he's gonna rip me off. He finally comes back to me and says he ain't selling his, but he gives me back my money and says we gotta go meet somebody to get some from somebody else. Black eye seems indifferent, but kind in a sort of way. I guess he seems like he ain't gonna fuck me. So Bandana, Black Eye, and I start walking to this other park. They're talking and I'm listening to about how he got robbed last night, times where he shot at people, this bad ass truck he had, etc etc etc. Finally get to the other park and one person was there. He said "lemme get the loot" so i hand him my money like a dumbass and expect him to grab the sub from this other dude. Instead he says he's paranoid and we go to kroger and get some deli food. We sat at the deli, i was listening them talking about their lives, and Black Eye was insistent that I eat. They asked me questions and they were pretty social when I told them about my career, video games, and how I don't want to re enter the days of being strung out. He tells me about his apartment, his ps4, and some other shit. Finally we leave kroger and by this time I'm a little impatient. I ask him for my money and he said he spent it on the food, but this other dude owes him. At that point, I wanted to roll him, but as I have a hernia and more to lose then he does, I just think about it. We go back to the first park and his guy isn't there, and nobody's seen him. At this point I'm furious, as this guy spent my drug money to feed the three of us, and I'm slightly confused. I walk away, bandana looking sad, as he didn't intend for this to happen (allegedly). I said "Dude, i was gonna hook ya'll up with vodka and a pack of cigs a piece, enjoy your twenty bucks" and I left. I walk down the street, feeling more stupid than anything. I call some coworkers as we were supposed to meet up and this is where it gets better.... I go to taco bell and grab some food, although my coworkers are gonna pick me up for feasting and drinking. They arrive, high ambience, and cracking jokes about me getting taco bell. I tell them I get ripped off and they just start laughing their asses off. Now my coworkers, Tim and Jon, are white-collar types. Tim's a nurse and Jon is a behavioral therapist. They have less understanding of the "black market" than I do, although they smoke and trip. We go to this mexican restaurant, and we're talking and bullshitting, drinking dos eqois and talking shit to one another when their friend Jlo shows up. Jlo is obviously a well-known guy, long blonde hair and a very chill aura. We leave and hit some blue-collar bar and drink and play darts. We start mellowing out, having a good time, then my girl shows up, making things even better. I tell Jlo i'm looking for some herb and about five minutes later his guy walks by reeking of some dank, and Jlo tells him whats up. I go down stairs to smoke outside when I hear a guy puking on the sidewalk. I look up to see the Black Eye puking his guts out, saying that was his first time taking suboxone. They recognize me and start talking like old friends, and I just walk by them. I go upstairs, tell my friends, and they tell me to roll the dude. Me, feeling like a punk, says I can't do that, I'll just let karma take care of them. FInally we get 5 grams of herb for $50 and this shit is stinking up the whole bar. We hit up a couple others bars, Jlo runs around the bar trying to pick up a girl, Tim is staring into space, my girl is hanging off of me, sloppily drunk, and Jon is restless, ready to smoke. We go back to Tim's place and he has instruments all over his apartment. He's got an organ, two keyboards, 5 guitars, a ukelele, tambourine, and some giant peapod looking thing with beads in it. Tim writes classical music as a hobby, so we light a bowl of this really good herb and out of now where, we all start making music. Jlo on the guitar, Tim on the organ, my girl on the keyboard, Jon (who btw is a sizeable guy, former marine) is plucking away at the ukelele. I took the tambourine, and for hours, we sat there, stoned as hell, playing music, nonstop, not speaking, just playing.... I felt a bond being created last night. A very good ending to my night, my first time smoking weed in over a year, very pissed at the world, bitter, stressed, playing a tambourine, letting all the bad slip away... Has anybody else ever had a super terrible day that ended in an awesome memory?
Interesting story.Makes me think of the time I got busted for possession of heroin at my friend's place which had kind of turned into a crack den,replete with prostitutes nodding off.The cops came busting through the door and into the bedroom where I was smoking my brown,flipped me on the bed and cuffed me.This gave everyone else time to dispose of their gear.I got let off with a caution and a ride home. Glad your night turned out good.
Karma my friend.. just like you said. watch this full-through. It some comedy for ya, I think it relates. I laugh at it every time I watch I watch it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ-F1f4cQ-Q
I watched the vid broony.Good stuff.'course the pigs have my finger prints now cuz of that incident,but I'm not planning on doing anything to get myself into trouble.Makes you think though...
Moonglow, I was nervous. I selected an older looking white guy b/c I assumed he'd be less likely to rip me off than some 24 yo scary kid who cant stay out of jail
