It is routine for my dad and I to cruise around town on Friday night after getting a shake. I was driving and we went to another side of town to get to these really fun two-lane roads outside of town. This part of town didn't look so bad. In fact, it almost looked better than the area close to where my sister lives. Anyways, I came around a corner at 40 mph. and this dude is standing next to a car on
my side of the road. At first it looks like they are having car trouble or something. This is a regular two-lane road by the way, complete with a stripe down the middle and just enough room for two cars. As I slow down to move around the guy I see money and a baggie exchange hands. In the street, on a two-lane road, in a not-so-deserted part of town (there was a car behind the stopped one). The dude was dealing in the middle of the street! The more I think about it, the more I want to go back and wring his neck.
The pimps, pushers, pornographers, punks, etc., do not make me happy. These lovely people wouldn't make me mad, though, if they didn't have customers. If they have customers, they will sell. The local porno store has a cheap fence in the parking lot so that the cars belonging to the customers won't be seen by others. Now why are we worried about that, huh? It makes me so mad whenever I pass the place because lives are being ruined every time somebody purchases the stuff.
At night I walk this stinkin' street
Past the crazies on my block
And I see the same old faces
And I hear that same old talk
