An acquaintance drops by to see if you can lend him some smack; and you'd help him out, but you need to score some yourself. He says there's a cement mixer he can get if you got hook-ups to sell it. And it just so happens that you worked for a guy 20 years ago you know can use that cement mixer. Yeah, you got a hook-up.
It's six in the morning, and you can mellow out the whole day after you sell the cement mixer and score some H. It's gonna be a good day ... finally.
So, you go with your friend, he’s a friend now that he can be a source for some quick cash to get a fix cuz you’re crashin’ and it ain’t no fun. You swing by to get the cement mixer and hitch it to the pick-up, battered from the too many run-ins with things that suddenly got in your way. But you make it to Greenie’s place. And you go in the air-conditioned office. He says you look like hell, but it ain’t none o’ his concern what the fuck you look like. You got a cement mixer to sell to him for two hundred bucks.
"It’s not in good condition," he says. "Sixty," you say. "It’s probably stolen," he says. "Twunny-five," you mumble. "Sellin’ it for drug money," he so rightly points out. "Ten bucks, man. Please, I need gas money," you say politely, shakes starting.
"No."
"Fuck you."
The cops stop you with the cement mixer in tow, heading for the scrap metal place on Broadway.
"What the fuck? Where’m I goin’ It ain’t stolen, officer."
Posted by Bill at July 21, 2005 08:09 AMJust another day in the life, I reckon.
Posted by: TW at July 21, 2005 10:51 AMEntrapment! Illegal search and seizure! Where's the probable cause? Harrassment! Racial profiling! It's a conspiracy to boost the city coffers with civil asset forfeitfure!
It's a cake walk, really. ;-)
Posted by: lucy at July 21, 2005 10:57 PMThat would be 'forfeiture'.
Posted by: lucy at July 21, 2005 10:57 PM