Craigslist Bud

I've found myself in extreme boredom at times when the supply is low. Boredom leads to contemplation and new methods. Craigslist has brought me much success as well as many interesting scenarios though scenarios never related to bud until recently. One day I was browsing the "strictly platonic" section and found a woman looking for a friend/source. Her and her husband were the inquirers and inevitably their children came along. One a baby and one close to 5 or 6 years of age. My standard for right and wrong diminished with my survival instincts and what I would normaly call a fucked up family I now accept as my friends.

Last night I was laying on my bed in the gruesome heat of the summer sifting through stem and seed when my phone rang. It was the above mentioned "husband". I explained how I was dry and hadn't burned in over a week and what do you know, he came to my rescue. He explained how he was on his way to re up and could easily scoop me before hand. Like a survivor coming out of a prison camp after liberation I exuded from my house and into his beater SUV. There's a slight satisfaction whenever I get into a car now, like I'm escaping my immediate monotonous routine with a simple drive.

Since I'm not familiar with the area, whenever I get driven around I'm almost awestruck by all the new things I am seeing. We went to some grimy parts of Springfield and pulled into a driveway. Talk about whiggers. Two white boys sitting on the trunk of an older caddy in bright white T-Shirts, practically matching over sized denim shorts, and then a mix of dirty NIKEs and JORDAN sandals...all the while puffin an L. We pull up and one of em comes to the window and drops in a sac, "husband" hands the money over, and we pull away. "I could go to the Mexicans and get the same shit for cheaper but I'd rather support the white man."

Clear sign that "husband" isn't the brightest seeing how those whiggers prob bought it from the "Mexicans". After I inspect the substance we cruise through some more new streets until we make it to the highway. I had never been to "husbands" "place" before and now I know why. I don't like to judge people because I don't like when others judge me but I certainly will make an observation. "husband and Wife" are living with their two kids in a hotel. Two beds, a crib, a bunch of their shit, and a make shift cooking area. My immediate thought was, wow.

It is what it is. I pushed over an empty cigarette pack and then a stack of papers before sitting on their bed. The little daughter was attempting to sleep on the other bed...this made me feel awkward but again I am not one to judge. "Wife" is on the computer in the corner looking up facts online. I forgot to preface the mindset of these love bugs. They are over informed and more than willing to voice what they read about our government and its faults and "conspiracies". Again, I don't judge because I don't know what is the truth so I listen with an open, censored mind. She told me about GM foods and how the corn in the product basically fucked up some rats in a test...this began the explanation of how everyone will die or some shit...I think after a certain point my ears closed off and my autopilot acknowledgement kicked in.

I wanted to blaze and I got what I wanted without asking...

A motel next to a truck stop/weigh station. Where the trucks are running all night and the hum of traffic from the highway is endless. There is an eerily calm feel from the haze in the air due to the endless rain the area can't seem to escape yet at this moment, it has ceased.

Sometimes I question why I am here, what is my purpose. In retrospect when I look at everything I've done and where I've found myself sometimes I wonder who the fucks sick idea was it to create life.

Sigh.