Saturday night special beat service

The bad news. When I called my dealer to score a gram of blow, he informed me that he was out of the coke game for the foreseeable future. Fuck.

But being a dedicated fiend, I have more than one dealer. I was able to hook up with my back up guy tonight and cop what he calls ‘a 16th’. I’m chopping it up now.

I haven’t gotten coke from this dude in a while, but I remember it as being pretty hit or miss.

OK, just did a line. Pretty harsh, compared to what I’m used to these days.

This shit has a weird smell to it. Kind of smells like olives. Hmm.

Well I feel pretty good. Maybe this is a good score.

Just did third line.

Other than this weird olive smell, it seems like pretty good cocaine.

OK yeah shit this coke is fucking serious. Whoa.

This should definitely do the trick for my little vacation next weekend. Oh yes.

I just hope the fat girl is down to party for real. I’d really rather not have to ring up some dirty street whore to serve as my cum receptacle. I’m hoping that it will be a female that I know who will be interacting with my penis next weekend.

Wild card

I have no idea what’s going to happen tonight.

There is this girl. I’ve known her for a while. A friend of a friend that became a friend.

She’s pretty hot and likes to party. She invited me over to her place tonight for some wine and to catch up.

I said I would bring some party favors to go along with the wine, so I’m going to take some grass with me (and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s my mission to bring back the term “grass” when referring to marijuana) and I’ll bring a bit of blow just in case (cuz I know for a fact this babe loves her some Bolivian marching powder).

There have been times when I’ve wondered if she was hitting on me. Ah, who knows? I’m just in a highly sexualized state lately (are there times when you’re not? —Ed.) and everything feels like a subtle invitation to get naked and copulate.

If nothing else, I’ll get a major league buzz on tonight with a sexy lady that likes to get her party on. Happy Monday, motherfuckers.

Such a pretty face...

She's a cutie, right? I certainly think so. I'm hoping that behind those lovely eyes and fetching smile lurks a down and dirty party girl ready to play. Stay tuned...