Complete and unedited version for those that havent read it
I just wanted to take a ride and pick up two bundles of heroin.
But Wayne has to jump out of the car and start beating the shit out of some young black kid that he had apparently experienced bad dealings with.
I am not even from York I have no idea what neighborhood I'm in or street I'm on. And here I am a white guy sitting in my car on a street filled with thug black dudes while crazy Wayne starts shit that could get ugly real fast.
I fucking hate Wayne. I hated him from the moment I met him. But I was dopesick and Wayne is a very resourceful junkie. I hate York too, but it's like a mini badlands, in a pinch, York will do.
Strangely the other black dudes don't approach to help out the kid that Wayne is now giving the boots to. They don't ignore it, they are all watching but no one moves to help. Wayne wears himself out. He reaches down and pulls the kid's package out of his coat comes back, jumps in the car, and says "k, lets go, make a left at the next street" I say "fuck you Wayne" he smiles and throws the stash he just lifted on my lap and smiles even wider.
As soon as we were clear of the war zone I pulled into a Walgreens parking lot and opened the bag up. It was mostly 20 dollar crack vials but there were eight lorcet and five 15mg Valium. I swallowed them all with a mouthful of two day old soda.
"This will take the edge off for a little while, but do you think we can score the dope now Wayne? or are you gonna try and get me killed again?"
"I gotta get something in here, you need anything?"
I just stared at him.
He comes out with a tire gauge and a box of copper chore boy pot scrubbers.
I'm laughing at him now "doing dishes are ya? fuckin' crackhead"
He fashions the stem in record time but not fast enough to stop my stomach flops of anticipation. I think to myself "nice, you've made yourself into a crackhead now too. Good job asshole!"
Later we score the dope and he directs me toward a house he says we can get high at.
We start going through a neighborhood of very old, very expensive homes. Homes that I had no idea existed in York.
He directs me to the entrance of a miniature fucking mansion!
Wayne, are you fuckin' with me again? I'm not robbing anybody with you"
" no this is the right place, just wait, you wont believe this shit"
We parked next to a big oak door in the back of the "house" Wayne opened the door and walked in like he owned the place.
It was a kitchen entrance not like a normal kitchen in a normal house but more like a restaurant kitchen. Lots of stainless steel prep tables, grills, and steam tables.
We went through some swing doors and into a dining room that looked mre like a scaled down ballroom. There was a couple making out rather passionately at the other side of a huge dining table covered with garbage. Completely unaware of our presence. They were at it purdy good. The girl was straddling the guy face to face in a chair, she had his cock out jackin' it and they were kissing like they were trying to swallow each others faces.
After a moment of viewing this scene Wayne knocks his shoulder against mine and whispers: " they're brother and sister" I look a t him like right Wayne!, don't try to bullshit a bullshitter..
He looks at me and says: "Brian, I shit you not, they are brother and sister"
the way he looked at me and with the conviction of his speech I knew he was telling the truth.
They were brother and sister.
I just wanted to take a ride and pick up two bundles of heroin.
But Wayne has to jump out of the car and start beating the shit out of some young black kid that he had apparently experienced bad dealings with.
I am not even from York I have no idea what neighborhood I'm in or street I'm on. And here I am a white guy sitting in my car on a street filled with thug black dudes while crazy Wayne starts shit that could get ugly real fast.
I fucking hate Wayne. I hated him from the moment I met him. But I was dopesick and Wayne is a very resourceful junkie. I hate York too, but it's like a mini badlands, in a pinch, York will do.
Strangely the other black dudes don't approach to help out the kid that Wayne is now giving the boots to. They don't ignore it, they are all watching but no one moves to help. Wayne wears himself out. He reaches down and pulls the kid's package out of his coat comes back, jumps in the car, and says "k, lets go, make a left at the next street" I say "fuck you Wayne" he smiles and throws the stash he just lifted on my lap and smiles even wider.
As soon as we were clear of the war zone I pulled into a Walgreens parking lot and opened the bag up. It was mostly 20 dollar crack vials but there were eight lorcet and five 15mg Valium. I swallowed them all with a mouthful of two day old soda.
"This will take the edge off for a little while, but do you think we can score the dope now Wayne? or are you gonna try and get me killed again?"
"I gotta get something in here, you need anything?"
I just stared at him.
He comes out with a tire gauge and a box of copper chore boy pot scrubbers.
I'm laughing at him now "doing dishes are ya? fuckin' crackhead"
He fashions the stem in record time but not fast enough to stop my stomach flops of anticipation. I think to myself "nice, you've made yourself into a crackhead now too. Good job asshole!"
Later we score the dope and he directs me toward a house he says we can get high at.
We start going through a neighborhood of very old, very expensive homes. Homes that I had no idea existed in York.
He directs me to the entrance of a miniature fucking mansion!
Wayne, are you fuckin' with me again? I'm not robbing anybody with you"
" no this is the right place, just wait, you wont believe this shit"
We parked next to a big oak door in the back of the "house" Wayne opened the door and walked in like he owned the place.
It was a kitchen entrance not like a normal kitchen in a normal house but more like a restaurant kitchen. Lots of stainless steel prep tables, grills, and steam tables.
We went through some swing doors and into a dining room that looked mre like a scaled down ballroom. There was a couple making out rather passionately at the other side of a huge dining table covered with garbage. Completely unaware of our presence. They were at it purdy good. The girl was straddling the guy face to face in a chair, she had his cock out jackin' it and they were kissing like they were trying to swallow each others faces.
After a moment of viewing this scene Wayne knocks his shoulder against mine and whispers: " they're brother and sister" I look a t him like right Wayne!, don't try to bullshit a bullshitter..
He looks at me and says: "Brian, I shit you not, they are brother and sister"
the way he looked at me and with the conviction of his speech I knew he was telling the truth.
They were brother and sister.