My life iz a fucking trip. As many of U already know, I am...well...a purveyor of sorts...let's just say I tend 2 have something that others want and leave it at that. Market economics being what they are, what I may or may not be in possession of iz fetching $80 a gram on the street (yeah, I know, that's more than the cost of gold. I'm probably going 2 hell, but they're fucking paying it. What am I supposed 2 do...turn it down? I think not...) these daze, right? I realize that that's insane, but that's a subject 4 another blog. All I'm trying 2 do right now iz tell this stupid fucking story.
So, anyway, earlier 2day I get a call from Reggie. Reggie iz this cat I don't really like all that much, but fuck it...his money iz as green as the next guy's so I deal with him from time 2 time. He calls me up and says he wants $60 worth. I tell him all I have left iz a half gram. He says, "OK...I have 2 go cash my check and I'll be there in an hour." I tell him cool, and hang up the phone.
Maybe twenty minutes later the phone rings again. This time it's Brandon. Brandon asks me do I have anything. I tell him I have a half gram, but somebody iz on their way over 2 buy it right now. Then Brandon says, "Well I'm standing at Ur front door with money in my hand, so why don't U sell it 2 me instead?" I really couldn't argue with that logic. So, I sold it 2 Brandon.
But I wuzn't being a total dick since I knew I had maybe $20 worth held back, right? So, I don't know...maybe fifteen minutes later Reggie calls me back and says he's on his way. I tell him OK, but all I have iz a 20. He says, "FUCK! Alright, I'll call U when I get 2 the parking lot." and hangs up the phone. Then, not five minutes later, the fucking phone rings again. This time it's my neighbor, who opens the conversation by asking me if I have a 20. I fucking couldn't believe it.
But, if I had a quarter 4 every fucking time I rushed over 2 somebody's house only 2 discover they had just spent their money on a $40 quarter pound I wouldn't have 2 do this shit at all. So, I sold it 2 my fucking neighbor, right? I don't know...It just seemed like good business sense at the time. But, again, I'm not trying 2 be a dick, so I call Reggie back so the cocksucker duzn't waste his gas coming all the fucking way over here. Wouldn't U know this motherfucker tells me, "Oh, hey man, I'm sorry, but I went ahead and got that from Stacy B." I almost burst out laughing right there.
I don't know...maybe this means I need 2 get N2 a new line of work, but dope fiends are just really getting on my nerves lately. Whether it be over some bullshit like that right there or something fucking else it just seems that my patience tends 2 run thin lately. I mean...it's not like I don't know that it runs with the territory. If U are a hooker, don't bitch when U have 2 deal with a john. If U do what I do, expect 2 have 2 deal with a dope fiend or two. Perhaps the time has finally come 4 me 2 look 2wards other professions 4 work.
It's 2 fucking bad I can't figure out a way 2 get paid by
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