Seedless

Sitting in the SUV perched up high behind the tinted windows I look out across the street at all the young inner-city youth [redunant?] getting out of school, bad time for dope grocery shopping. As I patiently wait for my dope to be delivered I am flexing my arms, checking out my veins, deciding which one I should hit, etc. I notice a the sun glint off an object in the distance. The group of 9-12 yr old girls have begun encircled one of the other girls. All of them clad in bright poofy colored winter coats with a few sports team coats are thrown in for good measure. A quick circle forms as one of the other girls pull out a knife.

Not really believing my eyes and getting rather annoyed at the length of time I am waiting I start to lose myself in thoughts of old time city fights fought with fist or hand, knife or club. I drift off into old memories of high school fights. Its rare to see a good knife fight on the city streets of Chicago. My riding partner some girl that refuses to put up with disrespect for fellow human beings jumps out of the car and starts to disrupt the fight.

A Fire engine and Ambulance have there lights flashing on the next block over. I divert my gaze from the children and stare at a graffiti covered brick wall. The alternating red/blue flashes paint the bricks in a relaxing fashion sending me deeper into my trance. A knocking at the window interrupts my thoughts, 1 pack of rocks, a big package of small ziplocks with mini little ice-cream cones and 1 pack of blows, blue bags taped in blue tape.

I think to yell for my partner to get back in the in the car or she will end up getting hurt, instead I stash the dope except for one bag. Set my tincan on the center counsel of the Yukon rip into the foil and pour the powdery white flakes into my cooker. The squirt of water turns the mixture into a dark color and soon it is sucked up and inserted into my vein. I adjust the visor to block the sun beaming in my eyes, and toss the cooker. Honk the horn and yell for her to get in, were not on a life-saving crusade we are on a damn dope mission, get in the fucking car!

Riding the rush off into the distance, I let my passengers ramblings go in one ear and out the other. You want your drugs or what? 180 degree switch in persona occurs. I smile and adjust the CD playing.