So tonight was a bit off the beaten path in thought processes for me. First I went to my old apartment to check the mail. Since I'm not sure quite how many people I still need to notify about my change in address. Anyway the story starts when I reach the door outside the old building.
There was a woman and child in the foyer of where a person goes to check the mail. The door is locked so that only residents can enter the building with keys from management. As I was walking up this lady kindly opens the door for me, as I'm walking my bike in. I go to check the mail and she then approaches me and asks me in a sweet little voice.
"Do you smoke weed?"
Now this has caught me quite off guard since for the first time in my life I am now being approached by a drug dealer. I shouldn't be surprised when this happens since I'm now an art student with long hair and I often forget to shave. I'm looking kinda hippy right now.
Needless to say I wasn't prepared for this and my brain caused me to double take. At first I wondered if she was asking me for some, and I my immediate reaction was nope I don't have any. I've never had any, I've just never sought it out and that's the type of thing that usually requires some hunting before you get it.
Anyway she corrected me and showed me a bag of what I assume was weed, and told me I could have it for some price that included $5 it might have been 5 45 25 or any such but speaking as soft as she did I wasn't quite sure I had the right number. It was a small bag but from what I hear which isn't much the price seemed low maybe? I couldn't tell.
My wallet was in my back pocket and at this point seeing the woman's child I felt really charitable. But for some reason my hands pulled the I can't find my wallet even though it's right next to my butt. Not that I could have bought anything. I'm a student, it's nearly always empty.
So anyway she left telling me an apartment I could go to if I wanted to pick some up. Now here's the part where time and presentation change. I go sort my mail and find I infact have money in my wallet as I'm planning on seeing the Hoover Dam this weekend and I figured I should have money to buy a ticket when I get there. But the woman and child have me feeling like I could be a savior so I head to the named apartment.
I have in my head an idea that she's a single mom who's selling marijuana to support her kid while trying to make it in the big city. (I'm a sucker for a good sob story) And here's a guy who can help her by making a small donation to this worthy cause.
But as I walk down the hallway towards the door numbered W336 I hear two things that stop me cold in my tracks.
1. Loud music. I lived in a place where people couldn't resist playing loud music at the worst times of day. 8am -3am you could have your ears accosted at any time from somebody who didn't realize that other people didn't want to hear your sh*t at any time let alone 10 at night when finals are tomorrow and someone need to study.
2. The deal breaker: a loud angry man voice, this shatters my first illusion, that I might help out a single quiet mom who's got a poor kid to care for. Next when the loud man voice stops I hear a loud woman voice. Suddenly if I want to get myself narcotics which I'm not used to in the first place, I have to enter in on a fight between two people who sound like they're arguing about money, work, and other life details that frankly I deal with without fighting people over.
I'll grant you here that I'm a coward. I could deal with a woman who posed no threat, but I wasn't ready to deal with 2 people in a bad mood.
I like hero. I don't like nosy neighbor who complains about the music and enters when others are talking(or shouting) serious matters. I tiptoe away hoping that one day I can be a knight in shining armor (who gets the gold of course) to someone who doesn't go from madam to monster in 10 minutes.
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