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Wed Dec 11, 2002 5:19 pm
i'm standing there, hands in my pockets, and my eyes are drifting between the 5 hot *** girls that i work with and the massive pile of dishes which is growing right before me. i smoked one with somebody about...i dunno how long ago, and i've kind of forgotten why it is that i'm here.
my boss walks up behind me and mutters "you're up."
hearing those words is kinda like hearing the metallic ding of a bell...eventually you foam at the mouth every time you hear it.
so i grab that plastic bag or two, and head out the back door to a dark and smelly alley. there she waits, eagerly hoping the next run involves lavender road. climb in, wrap the gloves around my hands, and blastoff.
the next 5-10 minutes is a blur of trees and headlights. i reach my destination, exchange the goods for money, and climb in my rumbling hatchback to return to home base. hopefully, when i get back, there'll be another one waiting.
i average 12-13 bucks an hour. its hell on my poor car, but there's not much i'd rather do.