Everyone near my age goes to North Brooke public high. The walk there takes a quarter of an hour, but for the last two years I've been chauffeured by my friend Ben. It was his fortune to be born to parents with an extra Mazda Miata. So on sunny days I hop over the door, and if it rains I open the door.
Today was a rainy day, but Mazda's door never swung open for me. I walked and got splashed. I was so wet, 'soaked to the bone', as they say. "Fuck school", I pronounced to threatening but now inert puddle. Never mind the response, I fucked school and went home.
Good thing I did, the school cop left a message on the answering machine.
After his awkward salutation he got to the meat of it: "I have reason to believe your child is involved with illegal substances, as part of our effort support students we are going to suspend your son for two days..."
In other words, someone got caught with pot and spilled the beans about me dealing to their parents, who called the cop. Happens less often than you would expect in a high school full of prissy privileged whites, but still its not unexpected.
Aight, time for me to smoke a blunt and read. Something on soon, more on what to do about the rat too.
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Come on kid get it together. I've been down the drug route before, and it ain't that pretty. You gota get your shit together and your business back in line. Don't fuck up with your sales. Be smart. If you're just getting high all the time, then you ain't being too smart. And as for that school cop, fuck him. You got bigger fish to fry my friend. Look out for those real cops. I'm taking a leak. One.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking from lots of experience here Karrot, I say you find that son of a bitch rat and shove his head so far up his ass that he suffocates. If you think you're too much of a pussy to handle that though, come find me. I've taken care of much worse and for a few benjamins, that guy won't just be swimmin with the fishes, he'll be rotting with em.
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