suicidalinnc

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wheezin tha juice

i really havent even became a member of this town... i dont know ANY good drug dealers. and i know there are some here. me n bisou's awesome roommate have gone through far too much trouble just to get a sack. back home, i dont gotta consort with flighty drug dealers. its gonna be like in requiem for a dream soon... "no hassels."
i know it may sound silly to use the term 'drug dealer' for an aquaintance that usually has large ammounts of pot to sell, which is just barely illegal right? but i since i have become a regular buyer, it's just something i like to take note of. the relationships i make simply based on pot and like the weird places and people i encounter that i wouldnt have had i not needed the purple sticky punch. its really a halarious bunch of interactions... especially some that i've had, so i guess i love good but sketchy drug dealers, nahm sayin? cuz to old people and the dea its all just 'drug users' and 'drug dealers' i always used to hear people with stupid lingo like... "you straight?", meaning "i need you to sell me some drugs", i'd rather say it that way, it sounds more dangerous.
and there you go, silly rambling, but its better than a play by play of stupid shit i do throughout the week.

ooh man speaking of stupid shit i do...its a cool story, otherwise i would write it. i had to entertain myself by walking around downtown LA the other day because my sister flew out at 2 and i didnt till 11:30pm, so i figured i sorta knew my way around and decided to walk to hollywood to go to amoeba music, my favorite record store eva. well it was way further than i thought, i cruised down santa monica blvd for 2.5 hrs, night fell and i just felt like a roamin ass homeless dude with my duffle bag fulla clothes on my back, that shit started feelin really heavy after awhile. i would have taken the bus, but it was a nice day and i didnt really know exactly where i was goin, i just knew santa monica met sunset somewhere in hollywood and the place was with a mile or so from there. anyway i musta been lookin pretty tired and as i was crossin the street this dude in a broke ass looking cargo van says,
"ay bro where ya headed, that looks pretty heavy"
i said "sunset"
"well im headed in that direction too, want a lift"
immediatly all of the rules i was taught as a kid went through my head... but i was also told that god existed when i was a kid too... so i hopped in.
as soon as i get in the dude nicely offers me a marijuana cookie. and assured me it was the only drug in it. he understood my concern. i mean this dude was fat, looked like a mix of tommy chong and don vito from the bam margera show. his van was only the 2 seats up front and a huge ammount of shit scattered in the back. i was breaking so many of those how-not-to-get-kidnapped-or-killed rules, it wasnt funny, but i planned an escape route anyways. he even offered to give me a ride to the airport later. he was in the hemp business and told me all this shit that he does with hemp and have me a hemp ink pen. he said he would have sparked a joint if it werent for some huge christmas parade that had cops crawlin the streets and traffic movin real slow.
anyway he dropped me off and gave me his card in case i needed any hemp supplies back in NC. did my record shoppin and caught a bus to the airport.
but now my whole body still hurts from the treking in chucks with 50lb bag on my back... i could use a massage. girlfriends are for suckers but they are cool for massages and such.
ok luv ya mean it bye