COLLEGE TRIP
I didn't have time to change after I finished shopping, because I needed to hurry and get to Soft's college. He needed his product and I was sure he was getting anxious. It was four thirty in the afternoon, and it was crucial that I get to the college before the rush. I had a z and a half stashed safely in the spot and I was ready to move. After filling up at the gas station, I set out for the two-hour drive. I made this drive at least twice a week. I would bring the product with me both times, and pick up the money from the last shipment. I know that might not sound like a lot, but when you are dealing with weed of this caliber, the college kids only purchase small amounts. Soft essentially had the same customers. They were weekly regulars. Sixty dollars for an eighth was a lot of money for college students, but the smart ones knew that it was cheaper in the long run.
These long drives were a personal favorite of mine. I would always listen to any of the four "Outkast" albums while I was driving the two hours. I would get nice while I was making the drive, and the music was crucial to the vibe I wanted for the trip. These were the albums that I felt definitely defined my personality. With each album that "Outkast" released, it was ironic that the vibe of the albums always coincided with the way I felt my life was going. The first album, "southernplayalisticcadillacmusik" , was an album dedicated to smokin' trees and pimpin' girls. That was exactly where I found myself when I heard the album. Those were the two things that had started to consume my life at that moment.
The second album, "Atliens", was a softer, more jazz oriented album. The focus was primarily on self-expression and "out of this world" thoughts. It was something different, and it was exactly the frame of mind that I had been keeping. At that time in my life, I felt like I didn't belong. If everybody was taking lefts and rights on the path of life, I was headed straight.
Skipping the third album for now, I need to address the fourth album. The album is entitled, "Stankonia". This album is exactly how I feel right now. I am at peace with my daily life, but when the time for change comes, I will do it and not really care what anyone thinks. I am doing things the way I want to do them. I live life as differently as I pleased, just as the album was a weird as it pleased. I am still pimpin', still smokin', but I am doing it to such a playa degree, I feel that I am at the top of my game. Much like the album, I am the stankiest thing around.
The third album, "Aquemini", is my personal favorite. It combines a little from the first and second album and throws them together. This is the album that I bring with me on these long drives. I bring a blunt, and this c.d., and that is all I ever need. Sometimes, I leave the volume so low, that I can barely hear the song. The background music, coupled with the fact that I know every second of the album, allows me to hear it anyway. When I start to really hear it I usually zone out and go to a place where my thoughts are clear and quick. People have told me, that when I return from these trips, I seem like a new person. That isn't an incorrect observation.
On this trip, I sparked the blizz as I pulled onto the highway. Leaving the lights of the city behind me, I felt the peace already mellowing my nerves. I liked to watch the buildings grow smaller and smaller as I went farther and farther away. I always felt like I was growing when the buildings shrunk. This is when I get a perspective on life.
With the blizz burning, I took a deep drag, and waited a long moment before expelling the smoke into the car.
On this drive, I had numerous things that I needed to work out. I had to worry over what to do with Boo. She'd mentioned marriage recently, and I knew that I would never say "yes" to that proposition. She wouldn't want to marry me. She didn't even know me. I doubt she would like the real me. I also knew that I wouldn't give up my life right now. At least, I wouldn't give it up to marry her.
I thought about Shorty. Recently I'd been feeling a lot more emotion for her. I'd, almost told her that I loved her. I caught myself watching her sleep, and even petting her head while I looked at her. To me, that is a sign of more than lust. I felt that it was love. I finally touched her face while she slept like that, and she woke up with a smile. I can see the smile right now. I love that smile. I still didn't know if I could marry a girl like Shorty. She confirmed everything about my real life the last five years. But, I'd thought about it a lot recently.
My other female problem, is one that is completely my fault. The issues I have with Conflict were self-inflicted and they weren't going away. I would have to eventually deal with my sexual escapades with her, and I knew I couldn't run. I was going to have to call her soon and agree to meet and talk with her. It would have to be a public meeting so she wouldn't act hysterical if our views didn't match. It was also so that I had no chance of sex. Well, a lesser chance of sex. I also didn't want to be seen by certain people. I decided that I would call Conflict and set up a meeting with her. But, I wasn't going to do it now. This was my time.
Those issues aside, I needed to correct the situation with Tough Guy. From what Smoked Out told me, I should expect repercussions from the action that I put on him earlier. I had been watching my back, and making sure he wasn't around. I had no fear of the poser, himself, but I've learned that posers are like eggs. They come by the dozen.
To remedy any threat I may have felt from Tough Guy associates, I called Stutter Step and told him I was coming by tonight to look at a dog. I will tell you my opinion on dogs and people who have them, later. I completely agreed with the idea of being safe, even if I didn't agree with carrying a gun.
The conversation with Stutter Step was short. He was curious why I needed a dog, after so long without one. I told him that, unfortunately, times change. He agreed and told me to come by after two a.m.. Normally, a conversation with Stutter Step took a minimum of ten minutes. Just like the name applies, he had quite the stuttering problem. In this particular phone call, the stuttering was almost non-existent.
I pulled into the school at six forty five and parked into the lot across the street from his dorm. I took the product out of the spot, and put it inside my coat pocket. I stopped for a minute to holler at some girls that had gathered outside of the dorm, but didn't have time for a real connection. I made it to the security shack a moment later. They called Soft and five minutes later I sat in his dorm room. I removed the chronic and exchanged it for Soft for the five hundred and forty dollars.
We talked about school, mid terms and girls. School sucked, mid terms sucked and girls didn't suck enough. Soft always made me laugh. He got great grades, almost a 4.0, but he never really studied. He had always, and probably would always, get "A's". Like I said before, he had a great girlfriend, but she was very jealous of his popularity. He was an engaging, charismatic and very good-looking guy. This meant he always had to regretfully decline a lot of invitations for late night "movies". In the hour I was there, he received five phone calls. Two were orders, one was about money he was owed, and two were booty calls. In the college world, the girls didn't call it a booty call, they called it "watching a movie". The girls would call and ask if you wanted to "watch a movie", and that was the clue to come over with a condom. The college girls were bout it.
At about eight thirty, I decided I needed to get back to the city and re-up. I called Smoked and told him to expect me tonight for the big pick up. He said he would expect me later, and reminded me to watch my back.
As I walked out the door, I was surprised by Soft because he asked me how No was doing. They had never gotten along and Soft didn't agree with a lot of No's decisions. He usually never asked about No, but I was glad that he had. I told him that No was fine, and that he should call him sometime and invite him to the school to visit. Soft said he would and told me to drive safely.
I got back to the car and Conflict had called. Her voice message stated that she wanted to meet with me " as soon as possible". I had a two-hour drive, a fresh blunt and "Aquemini", c.d. to help me decide what I should say to her.
I turned the car on, and lit the blunt as I pulled away.
As I drove away, Tough Guy was getting out of his car and heading to Soft's dorm room. Tough Guy wasn't alone.
I was about to feel the consequences for my action.
Poser's Dictionary
HEAD SACK- marijuana that is not sold by the dealer to be kept for personal use
GOOD LOOKS- to help someone
GET DOWN- to have freaky, passionate sex
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