Troike
09-10-2005, 03:27 PM
I always profess my extreme hatred for tweakers + crackheads, of who I've had minimal experience with. I've had a few friends who did a lot of coke, I made fun of them just because I could.
Tweakers? We all know they suck.
Tonight I had my first personal encounter with a crackhead though. Totally random. Walking to my friend's over-crowded upper-level apartment (5 people, including two chinese immigrants and a guy who I totally thought was a girl).
Anyway, walkin down the street totally sober @ the time, scruffy looking white guy on a BMX bike (obviously stolen), in middle of street suddenly addresses me ...
I'm used to all the Navajo asking me for $$$ for booze, sometime I hand out change, other times not. I had enough $$ for two 24oz of Steele Reserve 211 and $5 just in case ...
But this guy, being white, instead asks me hey man, you got any ROCK?.
Oh yes, I got propositioned for crack.
I tried to rationalize this ...
-I'm 50 lbs underweight
-Was wearing a beanie
-Tattoo visible with short-sleeve
-Packing cigarettes [I don't even smoke]
-Slightly unshaven/unshowered
-needle marks on both arms
Except only the first two items were visible in the unlight streets of south flag ghetto. So I guess I just got lucky. Caught me off guard for sure. The poor guy asserted he was "a painter," obvious by his paint-stained five-year-old levis.
Sorry, mate, I was on my way to liquor heaven, no detours on the crack train.
Notable quote, closing question from crackhead:
Do you know where the NIGGERS live??
note: I typed this when drunk, still too hungover to edit it, but thought I'd share :p
I have to leave my car parked at my apartment complex most times, I don't trust driving/parking it in half this city.
Tweakers? We all know they suck.
Tonight I had my first personal encounter with a crackhead though. Totally random. Walking to my friend's over-crowded upper-level apartment (5 people, including two chinese immigrants and a guy who I totally thought was a girl).
Anyway, walkin down the street totally sober @ the time, scruffy looking white guy on a BMX bike (obviously stolen), in middle of street suddenly addresses me ...
I'm used to all the Navajo asking me for $$$ for booze, sometime I hand out change, other times not. I had enough $$ for two 24oz of Steele Reserve 211 and $5 just in case ...
But this guy, being white, instead asks me hey man, you got any ROCK?.
Oh yes, I got propositioned for crack.
I tried to rationalize this ...
-I'm 50 lbs underweight
-Was wearing a beanie
-Tattoo visible with short-sleeve
-Packing cigarettes [I don't even smoke]
-Slightly unshaven/unshowered
-needle marks on both arms
Except only the first two items were visible in the unlight streets of south flag ghetto. So I guess I just got lucky. Caught me off guard for sure. The poor guy asserted he was "a painter," obvious by his paint-stained five-year-old levis.
Sorry, mate, I was on my way to liquor heaven, no detours on the crack train.
Notable quote, closing question from crackhead:
Do you know where the NIGGERS live??
note: I typed this when drunk, still too hungover to edit it, but thought I'd share :p
I have to leave my car parked at my apartment complex most times, I don't trust driving/parking it in half this city.