it was my harbored intimidation of the industrialized human world. such a blatant lack of honesty in my relationships with others, it virtually overwhelmed me at times. I fled from GpRamsey, my generic retail environment, a cliché kerouac novel safely situated under my arm.
suddenly, I was in the local shopping mall…and oh how the people adored the constant holiday hustle and bustle, how they traveled from here to there, walking to buy this and that, intrigued by such simplicity.
my sudden GpRamsey departure was certainly intentional, oh yes, I had a destination…sabrina, sab, scorpio sab, a real nut case.
the girl worked a meat and cheese kiosk in the mall with a flock of black women; she grows mouthy with the rude men outside the food court, etc…well, I suppose she has been attempting to drop her xanax habit and replace it with a vile of white powder, such a thing as “synthetic cocaine,” boasting such a name as “white momma.” a gal could get herself a gram of “white momma” for the same street price as legit blow, sold in a kiosk right on the other end of the mall.
***
I approached sabrina’s pepridge farm kiosk, pretzel in hand, to say “hello.”
under her breath, she questioned my xanax use. “do you do xanax?? I’m trying to get rid of mine. I’m quitting that shit.”
“good for you, girl,” I encouraged, “I’ll take one off your hands.”
“good for you, girl,” I encouraged, “I’ll take one off your hands.”
***
sean walked into work to pick me up, sick as a dog. I told him I had a surprise.
we met betia, smoked, and zipped around in her trusty toyota which always makes me feel so very safe. it sure was nice to sink into some movie theatre chairs, even if the movie sucked and it was just for us to escape the cold…thank you meat and cheese kiosk pharmacist, thank you Marijuana, thank you zach galifianakis, thank you onion rings and ranch dressing.
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