The rehab center is right next door to the motels I would cop a bag at.
3 nights and 3 days in jail
ganna hit my last hit of black in a bit and say goodbye for a while
Thanksgiving in the park #shanksgiving (at Central Park)
My Black Friday
Ganna be playin bass all day
Flaming Lips (at The Greek Theatre)
two months in
still in our skin
Lou Reed <3 wish I could do nothing but smoke and nodd out to his music right now.
a week or so after
We picked up a bag from a new line, Chicken Lil’, (because I can’t tell if he is Chinese or Mexican and he is on the smaller side for a male, low pants and cocked hat like most people with lil before their name) regardless, he baited it up big as a good fisherman does. We were returning from holiday, it had been at least a week since we rolled on the river with Tina Turner because I lost all my phone contacts. We were just happy to find a pond closer to swim in.
We lit up and were up lifted and floated down to Silverlake to party with my old buddy Adrian and Lindsay Lohan and to lose at Monopoly (apparently you can’t rob the bank). Dranking, stanking, and cranking the night moved as fast as us and morning had come and we had work to attend. More focused than a Ford, and more concentrated than a box of orange juice, my mind was as clear as the clear in my pocket.
After our shift ended, Moose, Bear, and I met up with my cousin at the top of Lake for a smoke out and skate session then went back to Moose’s den for our goodnight cap. We ran into my favorite Squirrel, Sharkee. Squirrels are select street people who are much like the animal, nice, friendly, non threatening and harmless to people, they hang around the trees and only come out of their nest to collect. Sharkee is usually drunk, mumbling and grooving to some 70’s on a boom box he carries around. I bought him a nightcap of 211 and he shared with me some good and bad advice, non of which I have found of any use. Don’t let your right hand know what your left hand is doing, and you’re going to live a long time. I don’t remember which was which.
I don’t remember sleeping that night. I don’t remember that day, I might have guessed we worked, I only remember the night. Moose, B, and I went out for sushi and bar hoping in Old Towne. I was wrecked and coming down, all I wanted to do was sleep. We drank some sake, shots and beer and we were doing bumps of Moose’s shitty coke that did nothing for me. I wanted to leave the bar. I hate bars, they’re all the same, loud crowds, sports, shitty music and expensive drinks. I told her to come with me to move my car. She had more to drink than me and wasn’t all there, it been two days since we slept and sleep deprivation makes communicating harder. We walked out of Barney’s it was Friday and close to midnight. A bunch of young people were out waiting to spend money at bars, in their nice clothes they went out and spent money on to probably wear to wait in bar lines. I hadn’t changed in a couple of days, but even when I lived in a house I would wear the same clothes. A couple of Pigeons (street people, who hang around people, asking for crumbs) were perched on a bench and asked her for a cigarette. An older black lady probably in her 40’s, with a short buzz cut wearing two different Van shoes, red and green, an oversized hoody and a youthful persona was on the receiving end of a cigarette. I remembered I had a tall can of Pabst in my bag and I got it out, and shared it with the two Pigeons, they already had decoy cups and emptied the contents into it and ditched the can. We wanted to go to sleep and to come down and we asked her if she could help us score black. No one in Pasadena has been able to help me so far. She motioned us away from the crowd and we walked down the alley where we introduced ourselves, as P and B with no J to the older black lady who said to call her Flip. She had energy, we walked and talked for a couple of blocks, looking at all the spots she knows to score from. What sucked was it was already past midnight and all the people who had black already smacked it up and nodded out for the night. Tired of walking I told her we could drive to the next spot, and we got in my car and parked over by City Hall where she knew of a hot spot. CRACK-ED I let her hit my pizzo and she said she could get us crack. I’ve done crack once before and I know my friend has been wanting to try it, so I tell her lets do that. So now we got to find the house. It’s been a while since Flip has been to the house, and we drive down a couple wrong streets, and she walked up to a couple wrong houses before we found it. She enters the house and within a few minutes she opens the door and waves us on. I wasn’t expecting to get to go inside of the house. Flip comes up to us and tells us, to go straight inside, don’t talk a lot, be quite. I’m not worried about myself, but B was sloshy and mumbling when we walked in. There was a queen size bed for a queen size lady, who had her pink night gown on, another older black lady with short buzzed hair greets us an tells us to sit at the table that was on the other side of the bed against the back wall. The table had a bunch of phone numbers and short blurbs, drawings of cartoons, something you’d see in the back of a yearbook. The queen of the house and Flip sit with us at the table and we are introduced, P, B, and Miss V. She has bug eyes and an overbite, and informs us that she does’t see very well. Theres a knock at the door and enters a dude that I assume to be the runner. He is bug eyed and shaky. He leaves and comes back with another black dude, who looks like he had ash all over him, he pulled out some rocks from a bag and gave them to Miss V. She had a feisty attitude and didn’t have a problem hustling a hustler, she ended up with more rocks. Flip explained to us how we always give the House a little something and gave Miss V a rock. They proceeded to get their ‘bitches’ out which is what Miss V calls her crack pipe. They fix up and light up. Mama puts in her lungs not her nose she exclaimed and then V flicked her bic and lit the off white-yellow diamond at the end of the stem. It sizzled and cracked under the flame as she inhaled deeply, she exhaled with a rasp and aroused hum of excitement. After sipping on tall can of Old English with a straw some hits of the crack pipe, we were out of crack. Somehow ended up going on another run. I wanted to go “home” and I tried to end it and say we can pick up some more tomorrow because it was already 3 am in the morning and we had to be at work at 6 am. B wasn’t sure of anything she was saying and I wasn’t sure of anything she was saying, but she said we should get more now. So she ended up staying with Miss V, while Erik, Flip and I got in my car and headed to a spot that was literally right across the street from where we needed to be at work in 3 hours. Yeah we work in what the rich people would call ghetto, and I heard from my friend who is a ex Crypt that that area is known as a gang area… but its still in Altadena and its still pretty nice to me. We park on the street, I pull up kill the engine and lights, Erik gets out. Its dark but I watch him cross the street and meet the dealer. It looked as if the dealer was shoulder checking him a little, and on the way back to the car he was on him the whole way back he followed him to my car. Flip told me to bolt as soon as Erik got in the car, so I started the engine and we peeled out. We headed back to the house for round two. I don’t remember much. Just a lot of crazy crack head shit, we smoked it all up and we said goodbye and left. BITE-N It was around 5 in the morning. I asked Flip if she wanted me to drop her off at her spot. She said yes. B was passed out in the car. Flip left and I got in the backseat after I parked. I got on her lap and started slapping her around trying to wake her up. She eventually did and she woke up with a fire in her eyes. A fire I hadn’t seen before, which led us into a backseat wrestling match. I knew she would overtake me easily if I didn’t get her into a lock hold, so I did quickly and pinned her up against the backseat with my back. She couldn’t move me. I caught my breath and after a few seconds of struggling was calm and I thought we were done, I let her up. Bad idea. I felt the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Teeth right in my shoulder blade on my back and it wasn’t letting up but digging deeper. I begged for her to stop, and I couldn’t move because I was in agonizing pain. She eventually let up and I was in shock. I got out of the car and when I did I saw Flip walking back to the car. She said you guys are being too loud, she warned me that this wasn’t the spot to be doing that at. I asked her to check my back, I pulled my shirt up and she looked at it and she said, Oh hell naw, I can’t deal with that shit. She bite you good. She took off back to her spot and I got back in the car. We drove off and headed to work to get a phone call saying we didn’t have to work that day anymore. We rested up and slept they day away. Two weeks later I still have a bite mark.