Just this morning my door bell rings. I thought it was Don coming for coffee, so I just popped the door open. (Note to self, you know better than that.) It wasn't Don though, it was this guy who wants my pharmaceuticals.
So as he stands there asking, "Is anything happening" he flashes a rock in his hand.
Once upon a time, and not that long ago I would have invited him into my place. If only to give me time to figure how I going to get that rock from his hand to my pipe. Even at 9:00 A.M. that rolls through a smokers mind. If that smoker is jonesing, even a pebble looks huge.
Anyway, I don't like this guy. He's a pain in the ass in more way than one. In a sense it's like he has some sort of weird radar that let's him know when there is something somewhere for him. His presence aggravates me, with his loud demeanor and I always have this need to watch my stuff when he is around. His girlfriend, who wasn't with him is evil as well. A couple of weeks ago she tried to do a bum's rush into my door.
It didn't work that time either.
But, the rat bastard knows every crack heads soft spot and was trying to work it. Funny thing, as today was not his day. I didn't have anything he would be interested in having, and oddly enough the thought of having him in my home was enough to give him the broom.
A small victory?
Perhaps, but even a drunk will turn down a drink for time to time.
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