04.27.06

“Down by the river, I shot my baby…” Neal Young

Posted in Uncategorized, life's stories at 10:37 pm by Deb

I want to caution anyone stumbling upon this blog that these are stories from my very colorful past. I do not suggest that anyone make these same mistakes or take similar chances. I consider myself very lucky to have survived some of my adventures. Not all of my friends were so lucky.

Once X moved in, things really got crazy. My mom always thought he was a bad influence, but he actually straightened me out in some ways. He got me to give up the really bad drugs and got me back into music. He also got me to stop hanging out in the neighborhood bar taking bets with the macho older men that I could do more shots of tequila than them. I was, and still am, rather petit and innocent looking. I also look younger than I am. I could pound down those shots though and usually made a lot of money in a night. Anyway, our drugs of choice at that time were pot and acid. We found a dealer who had the best prices and the best stuff in town. He was also very generous. None of our other friends wanted to buy from him though. He had a reputation for being unpredictable and violent. Rumor had it he had shot his wife. X and I weren’t afraid of much at that time, so we arranged a meeting. He showed us around his apartment, showed us where he kept his guns and where his escape route was - just in case we were ever there when he got busted. Once he found out we were musicians, he handed X a guitar and had us play “Down By the River” and “Hey Joe”. He could listen to those two songs over and over again. We always left with much more than we had paid for. I told you he was generous. Well, one day X called to make an appointment but got delayed and showed up about 10 or 15 min. late. When Dealer’s girlfriend opened the door, there were many guns pointed at X from the staircase above. We realized that this guy would have blown his girlfriend away in an instant to protect himself. He was very upset that X was late and cautioned him to never be late again or call before just showing up. We never showed up there again. Calls or no calls, that was enough to scare us off. Anyway, we had an entire freezer full of acid, and pot was easy to find. Who needed Dealer anymore.

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