Selling weed: It’s all about the babes and the steak
Maybe it is time to move to somewhere else. Below is virtually verbatim of one side of a conversation heard outside my (closed) window not too long ago:
Hey kid! I want to tell you somethin’.
You won’t have to work for no one! You know what I’m sayin’. You know what I’m sayin’. You know man. That’s f***in’ right man.
Where you currently workin’?
You don’t have to be server at some restaurant if you don’t want to be.
Look, I’m not selling this s*** to you. I’m giving it to you. Here take it.
Yeah, I hear that. That’s right. Look, I tell you how all this s*** works. You only work like–five hours a week. You see here how it all happens. You drive up to Chicago, that’s like 2 two or three hours each way. . .
Let’s say 1 oz or 2 oz that’s $200, you say that you’ll take 15 or 20 now from them now, and get the rest later.
The babes. The steak. I mean you could go downtown and party with some serious dough. I’m talking about $14,000 a month–at least! You won’t be workin’ hard. You’ll get a nice car. What job can you get a real nice car with? Tell me that!
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