That's about what it takes your average junkie to get through a day. Now that's just getting well. That's not getting high. Getting high costs money and the Albuquerque Police Department Don't take checks.
But if you know the right people , you can trade just about anything for dope. It's all salesmanship on the streets of boque.
Founded by thieves over 300 years ago , at some point they decided they better make their own city so they could control the population. There is no honor anywhere.
That's the first thing I learned when I left Podunk. There ain't nothing good in Albuquerque , Lord.
My first day here, the APD let me know that they knew that we all know.
That's exactly how it went to.
I was walking up second street , on the sidewalk mind you. Minding my own business when 2 coward cartel cops in their awesome warrior dope gear pulled me over, lights flashing in my face.
You know your walking on the sidewalk right , Mr. Davis? Uh oh , that's what said. I says , uh oh , Mr. Dopelord , you got me. Imma gonner now. The mob is onto me.
Some nice passerby called in that me and some woman was having a difficulty on the same sidewalk that I just happened to be walking on.
Passerbys don't lie, not to the dope warriors of the APD they don't. Wouldn't dare. Your guilty Mr. Davis. Don't I fucking know it. So now what fellas? Just me.Nobody else around. Nowhere to run to either but that's what they said.
She musta runoft huh? I guess , if you say so occifer. I don't argue . I'm just letting the Lord Jesus Christ look through my eyes. Thays all.
Hehehe! Says both coward cartel APD cops. I'm Jesus Christ motherfucker , says the obviously stupider of the 2.
Is that right? But your free to go Mr. Davis. Imma git your ass later.
He did too. It was a couple years later. I was under the bridge again , sleeping when they showed up.
Then what happened Jesus Christ?
