The first guy asks me to take them to a crack corner, and he has me put on the soul AM radio station, telling me he's an old man who likes old-man music. At least the dude's got taste.
We get there, and he and his assistant hop out. He has a lengthy discussion with some crackheads and another kid in a big jacket, and then gets back in and has me take him to a nearby house. He's angry.
He stands in front flexing his hands, which are now in black gloves. He's let in, back out a few minutes later. We pick up his aide, and another guy, and go off to buy beer next door to the strip joint where I got him. He talks about how he hasn't slept in four days, keeps taking that Ecstasy to stay awake.
We finally end up at an apartment; the meter's up around $42. He doesn't have money.
"I'm a gangster," he says, "but I'm honest." He seems sincere and has me give him my card and take his watch to have the super hold in lieu of fare.
The supe laughs when I give him the watch and the guy's information—it's the same cat I'd seen three weeks earlier at the garage, being escorted off by police.
-go to strip club, check
-buy some crack, check
-stop buy at the house
-take some ex to wake up.
interesting look at the unusuall day/night in the life.
Hot off of the MDT:
"ATTENTION ALL CARS**CRAIG H-------- ON THE LOOSE IN ZONE 123**USING THE NAME GEORGE TONIGHT AND LETTING HIS HAIR GROW OUT**DO NOT ! ! ! PICK HIM UP (18:18:34)"
What's even more hilarious to me is that he's apparently a very regular (and paying!) customer of my friend's day driver.
i took an order at the safeway on 10th and broadway hoping that i might catch a glimpse of of this man. live. in person.
the order was a bunk even though i arrived in record time. as i pulled out of the lot i glanced through my rear view mirror and i saw a gigantic man walking slowly out of the garage. i smiled. i wondered. i split.
keep driving and writing!