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An experience that should have been life changing but wasnt...
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Some of you know alot about my past, and others not so much... In the past I have posted utter nonsense, just for the fuck of it. I am taking a cue from Oxan, and am going to share with you an experience from my past.
In 1998, I was living in the town of Waco, TX. I was around 16 years old, a little gutter punk moving between Austin and Waco frequently. I lived in the ghettos (Parkside Villages, Waco TX), riddled with crack and heroin. To make extra money, I would sell "yea" (pronounced YAY), for extra cash. I had one guy named John, a 60 something year old Vietnam veteran, who was a regular of mine. Him and I became pretty good friends, as he was a decent guy. The VA had fucked him over, and he just fell into that life style.
One night, when I was making a drop to him, I decided to go to his door rather than have him come to the car. Its always shit risky when sitting idle, and puts your nerves on edge. I found apartment 208B (thats really it), and knocked. A 18 year old high school student answered the door. Thinking I had the wrong apartment, I said the usual "sorry" and turned away. Then John comes to the door, and tells me to come in and that its ok.
I went side, and found 2 families (2 sets of parents and 3 kids) living in a 2 bedroom roach ridden apartment, complete with teen children. John hurried me into a back room where I handed him a (2) 20 pieces. He handed me the cash, and exited the room.
When I came out, John exited behind me and was quickly rushed by the adults in the house. With kids watching this whole spectacle, everyone hurried to the kitchen with brillo pads and broken tv antennas in hand (make shift pipes). John pulls it from his pockets and inspects the buy. "ITS FUCKING PEBBLES", he yells, and throws the pieces into the sink. They clank like a stone rock would on metal. I caught on to what John was doing and backed off, affirming that I just got it "from some guy a few minutes earlier and had no clue what was going on". The females started to cry and yell, all the while the kids are watching. I gave John a wave, and exited immediately.
For years I never thought about this. I shrugged it off, and forgot about it. Last night I had a dream about this and awoke with a cold sweat with the eyes of those children engraved in my mind.
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