So one night on my way home from the ball game I said to myself "How couldn't this be the most opportune time to buy a bag of drugs." The ball game was over, can't recall whether we won or lost, but judging by the amount of beer I consumed it was obvious that I'm the winner. Awaiting my train to roll into 125th my body-mind-and/or inner demons convince me the 7 minute E.T.A. is plenty of time to step outside for a quick butt. And hey, who knows, maybe by chance there might happen to be a gentleman outside willing to trust a white boy from the suburbs and sell him some dope.
Well wouldn't you know it!?! By golly, there was such a gentleman!
Now, I know for some of you it may be hard to believe but sometimes the drink disables my instincts and I get played for a fool. After striking up the obligatory conversation with aforementioned gentleman I'm assured he can procure what I desire.
DO NOT GIVE HIM THE MONEY!!!
DO NOT GIVE HIM THE MONEY!!!
...my mind is screaming and I don't. Yet.
He goes on about his man right around the block that got what I want and that all I need to do is give him the money and he'll be back in five.
Yeah ok, not gonna happen.
As I continue to refuse his offer he pulls out his wallet, driver's license, and car keys as "collateral." "Check it out. Look, it's me. I ain't gonna fuck you. Here's my shit."
And I accept. Like a dumb punk ass bitch I accept. I do. I'm drunk. Blind drunk. Drunk so much that it really looked like the dude to me. That and I just really wanted to get high. There is no doubt this is the same guy.
I convince myself, reluctantly receiving his wallet and keys in exchange for a 20 and a dream.
The moment he walked away I knew he would never come back.
Fuck this and fuck him, hope he enjoys his crack
Might be a 20 lighter but the trains here at last
I got 45 minutes to peruse this black sac in my lap
Scored a credit card, driver's license, doctor appointment notices.
Found a gold plated document denoting some church of religious devotion.
And a set of keys with a Miami Beach keepsake.
Now what the fuck am I gonna do with another man's life's take?
Take it home, stash it away in a dark place and try to forget
Took about a week and a half but after that I didn't let
It bother my conscience anymore, that shit buried deep down in a drawer.
Never giving a moment of thought about some other man's belongings I bought.
...Until this evening as I hang around cleaning and handle this gleaming gold dedication to believing in something I don't know what about.
Should I drop this in a mailbox or just throw this shit out?
What if it was me? Lost my I.D., car keys, credit cards and picture of my family?
I would want someone to return it...fuck that shit, I'ma burn it! All!
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