The Parking Lot
Some crazy shit goes down in the dumpster behind our parking lot. Here are some abandoned crackpipes:
Today I met this kid digging in our dumpster. He was amazingly quick and dexterous. He let me interview him as he worked. A couple of timew I gasped thinking he might fall, but part of me knew he wouldn’t. This kid is scrappy. He knew exactly what he was doing
I think he’s cute, too. If I was sixteen, I would totally have the hots for him ’cause he is completely inappropriate for a relationship and it would piss my parents off…at sixteen, those were my two things I looked for in possible boyfriends. (whatever happened to D—–who worked at the gas station?)
ME: So how long you been doing this for?
KID: Bout two weeks ‘cause I got kicked outta foster care and I had nowhere to go, so I started selling dope ‘cause I had no money and got caught with it..I went to jail, now I’m‘bout to go to rehab, gonna be a patient soon…just out here trying to make some money.
ME: How old are you?
KID: 20.
ME: how much you make a day doing this?
KID: I usually make about fifteen dollars in a couple of hours…when I sold dope, make four, five, six hundred dollars a day…sometimes 700 depending…like around when everyone got paid…I was in foster care since I was five. My mama and daddy was drug addicts, like, my dad right now is doing rehab, my mom passed away…he was on heroin. (there is a horrible smell) I just had to empty piss from a bottle.
ME: I smelled it…I was just glad you weren’t just pissing.
KID: Oh, no, no,no,no,no….I just emptied it…I got these gloves and stuff.
ME: Well, at least someone pissed in a bottle and not on the street, that’s good manners I guess…I’m worried you’re gonna fall, but I know you know what you’re doing…hey, look at this fork. We got the craziest shit in our parking lot.
Then the kid left…but I’ll look out for him to do a follow-up.
Just curious, but is a bent fork some sort of drug paraphernalia? Tell me if you know.
