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... welcome to the hotel california'excuse me sir... sir? sir!'
'huh? ... yeah? wuh.. the'
'i am very sorry sir we don't allow our customers to nap at the bar.'
'oh, sorry. it's been a long day. cash me out and i'll be on my way.'
'very well sir.'
the cold mist from the ocean is working it way west, hitting this little stretch of coast head on. it is around 7:30 in the evening but it looks like 6am. the fog is all consuming. blue and white ghost linger just out of reach. should i be driving in this shit? i have to. now this is the part that suck about friends. you do this kinda shit for them.
i turn the key in the ignition *vroom and purrrr* off in to the abyss
i join the other disembodied red, white, and yellow lights drifting down the ghost highway south to LA. all i could see was the cold blue fog and hear the distant yet much too near sounds of invisible engines in the mist. it makes my mind wander to what brought all this on. the back story. the dumbass reson that im risking my shit in this crummy fog for some girl that i shouldnt even like in the first place.
jess and i were high school sweethearts. we were 'the shit', always fun, always on point. the couple everybody wanted to be. in high school atleast. it sounds funny talking about it like that, but when you are young the emotions get amplified like electric guitars.
well, we split and she got with my best friend andy. i guess over the course of our business dealings. they became closer and closer, and we all know what happens after that. i was fucked, but oh well, we had business to do and i wasnt gonna blow that. it was good, but little did i know how good it was gonna get.
it was christmas 93 and we were having our annual 'tahitti sunshine' christmas party. all the kids were back from college and all the others were off work. the demand on product was good. we were in supply problems withing two weeks after the first of december. if the party was going to go well we had to re-cop. that was never my gig. i was mucvh too square to run with the crims on the west side to get tall the stuff we needed. dont get me wrong i aint no narc. i could get a sack in LA or something, its just that the numbers we did and the bulk required a person with a stearner sensibility if you know what i mean. maybe a gun.
andy was going to go with eddie on this run. i never knew who they bought from in those day. they just did it and we moved on. eddie on the other hand knew all the shady folks and every criminal in town. he was a part of the group for his conects and his pension for always being there. he had some money. when he was a kid he was in a sexual abuse lawsuit. the church paid him quite a bit but his dad ditched him and took quite a bit of it and his mom was an addict so taking care of her took quite a chunk out of it. now that he was eighteen he had to do what he could to stay on top of the game. i guess we were his only family.
the party was coming up and andy and eddie had come back unscathed and in uber-cheery moods.
'so how did it go?'
'it went well.' they looked at eachother and laughed.
'what does that mean?'
they both go on to tell me the most fucked up story about getting to the place where it was going down and just finding the guy's stash, his car turned on with open doors, and some loose cash scattered on the ground. that was it. nothing else.
'so what happened?
'we dont know. we just got our shit and left'
'so you guys took it?
'yeah.'
'holy shit. how much is it?'
'all of it. it looks like he was running out of town fast. he brought it all to get some runnin cash.'
'i cant believe it`
pretty good story huh? i thought so, i believed it. why not? friends wouldnt lie to you. would they?
over the next three monthe we all made a pact to not tell where we got this shit and how much there was. all we wanted to do was sell it as fast as we can. thats what we did. we were getting rid of so much product the city actually did noticed. it was considered a drugged up winter.
by the time all the shit was gone we all had ruined our reps with drug dealer shit and raised enough suspision to make everybpdy nervous. we had made our money and it was time to grow up and move on. and boy-howdy did we make money. it was alot, and when i say that, picture more. that was how i ended up in northern cali. i just had to get away, but now i'm back. i am back just in time to see suset over sunset blvd. i'm officialy back in town. this ought to be good.
i guess now its time to hit the spot and see what that broad wants.
(2b cont)
listening to ))) guitar
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