
Originally Posted by
Westerberg
It's not all that exciting, but if you insist.
I met my friend Mike at the bar earlier and he was supposed to bring me a 1/8th of some weed, it's for medicinal purposes. Anyway he didn't even get it yet but called his pal (who is a blind drug dealer, dude is blind) and the guy said I could come along, (I used to buy coke from the guy years ago) so off we went, straight into the heart of the ghetto.
Mike said we couldn't just go in and get it we had to hang out. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is on the tube, and I was pretty sure I was gonna be killed in a drive by. This goes on for 2 hours.
So finally the deal gets done, and then the dude says he wants to go to the bar, and will we go with him? Mike says, sure! Who am I to deny a blind dude a trip to the bar?
So we go to the Bar, Ewells, they used to be a chain of dive bars here, but I think this is the last one left. These places are known for being dens of methamphetamine use, and the bartender chick has the looks to prove this theory. Like 5'2" and 63 pounds.
I told Mike you can have one beer and then we're leaving, and he did and we did.
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