Well, I got in there and I told them straight up that I’M T22, and I’M NOT AN ALCOHOLIC and everyone seemed to get a chuckle out of that one, and then they went back to smiling like dipshits. But I sat there and didn’t really listen but watched instead and I did hear some things I heard about this guy who talked about how he would get a craving for some dry goods when he was at the fuckin ATM MACHINE, those twenties coming out, the feel, the smell, they got him all JONESIN and I identified with that shit. But then the meeting was over and these dippy fucks kept coming up to me and giving me their phone number and it was hard to tell how old these women were, they had some city miles on them FOR SURE. WOWWWWW. I left Big Lee in the lurch and got out of there and quick as fuckin possible never to come back so I thought yeah right. I did file that shit away in one corner of my sick brain because that’s what I was thinking about when I was on the floor of my fuckin apartment, was all those fuckin dipshits. Boy did they look happy about somethin.

GOIN ON 4 DAYS without sleep I make my way to El Faro and get myself a breakfast burrito the size of my head I’m gonna swallow this like Nicky gobbles my rod. This burrito is like the best FUCKING THING EVER AAAAAAAAA but I’m still suffering and I need a hair of the dog that bit me. I know where to get that FOR SURE DUDE. Then down to the floor which is already hella rockin and I walk in like I own the fuckin place, ha, and I already got 19 voicemails, 12 of them from Kensington Fuckface, if he hates me so much why does that fuck do business with me because I hook him up, that’s why. I’ve missed 12 trades and he still comes back for more, because I can get him done on the BID or OFFER, CLEAN as a whistle.

Well WALKIN down the way past the Carey guys and I walk past Lamont and he grabs my wrist and stops me dead. Lookin at me. Lamont is fat and black and has a goatee and is an outstanding human fuckin being one of the all time greats, he has helped my ass out a lot over the years and I would say I have a deep personal favor deficit with this guy. Well Lamont is lookin DEEP into my eyes and he’s not just grabbing my wrist, motherfucker is taking my pulse, because now he’s lookin at his watch. He’s half jokin, half not, I take my sleeve and wipe my nose expectin to find blood that wouldn’t be the first time that happened but no he’s taking my pulse because I look like the walking dead, ha, I get it. “Eat a king size dick,” I tell him, grinning my ass off, because I know what is in store for me next. Lamont says something after me but I don’t need to hear it I got the gist.