I'm not one to complain, but what kind of coke dealer was that, man? Seriously, where were that guy's manners? He didn't even thank me when I handed him the $150, or say "I'll probably give this to charity, or the homeless."
Coke dealers are supposed to be courteous, sympathetic, reassuring, compassionate, selfless. This guy was brief, paranoid, annoyed, rushed, and quite frankly he was pretty short with us.
When I asked him who he got the cocaine from, he gave me the meanest look and refused to tell me. I'm just curious!
Coke dealers should double as a life coach, you know? A wise mentor. Coke dealers help you with your homework, give you life advice, have heart-to-heart talks with you a la "Full House," listen to stories about your day, and act like a second father to you.
I have a feeling the guy we just fought coke from hasn't been to church in at least several weeks. And when I asked him who he's voting for, he just snickered.
I'm not saying I'm not going to get coke from this guy again, in fact, in all honestly, I'll probably get some more coke tonight, like just a gram or something, but I wish the guy would be a little bit more like the Pope (not the Nazi one we have now, the one before that, the super old guy who drooled all the time), and a little bit less like everyone from "The Wire."
I'm still going to do this cocaine, but we should almost protest this dealer by like throwing it away or flushing it. No? Okay, yeah, let's rail this.