My coke dealer is hilarious. Not that I blame him. I’ve been hitting dude up for grams literally every other day for over a week now.
So tonight he had a better idea.
“Look, I’ve got this 8-ball right here. I’m sure you’ll get at least that much soon enough. Let me just front it to you. Give me however much you can afford, and I’ll get the rest later. I know you’re good for it.” Here I am in my apt, looking at an 8-ball of cocaine.
And the postman delivered a copy of "Bang Van #7" to my door today. Good times.
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