MARCH 1985 TO JUNE 1985
To come straight to the point about friends, I didn't have many. I knew a woman that I met at work around 1980, we worked at different gas stations for the same company. She, AN, was a married woman who spent her evenings alone on the days she wasn't working because her husband worked the night shift. I spent a lot of afternoons and evenings at her house smoking pot, playing cards and calling in to a radio game show. I liked her, but she wasn't too honest, always telling lies about the most inane things. For instance, the one time I had dinner with her and her husband, he said that she bought a lighter at an insanely cheap price, but I knew she paid double for it because I was with her when she bought it. I thought it was really sad that she even lied to her own husband. I didn't mention it to him or AN.
The friends AN had were people she worked with and she didn't socialize with them outside of the workplace. I met a few of her and her husband's friends and they were basically people that they bought pot from. Overall, they weren't bad people. In March 1985, she suddenly started insisting that I meet a woman she knew from her job at a photo developing company. I really didn't want to, I had no interest in meeting anyone socially, but I thought about it for a few days and said that I would go over to her house some evening and meet the woman. I really never got to know anyone unless it was through work, and when a job was history, so were the people I knew there. So, I agreed to meet with this woman, KS, but I wanted to put it off for about two weeks at least because I had just gotten my wisdom teeth pulled and I was swollen so badly that I had two black eyes from it. And this brings me to the only other people I knew at that time, the married couple that I bought pot from.
I worked at a department store in 1980 and was buying pot weekly from a girl who worked there. A lot of the employees smoked during working hours, there was even the daughter of a policeman working there with whom I smoked. We had about forty five minutes for lunch and a lot of us spent that time getting high. Nothing abnormal about that, really. The girl who sold me the stuff got tired of taking the risk of selling, I guess, because she said I could go to her house and buy the stuff myself from one of her in-laws from now on.
I went to her house one evening, and stood in the driveway with her and some guy who lived there but who wasn't the dealer. They whispered between them, then she asked me how old I thought the guy was. I guessed thirteen. He got kind of pissed, and she told me he was nineteen. He looked very young for his age. Then we went through the back door and into the kitchen.
I was sitting on a chair at the table, and the girl from work, handed me a large glass of something to drink, she said it was a drug, a real good drug, and I had to drink it before I met the guy who would sell me pot. So I drank the whole damn thing, and they were pretty surprised that I did. It must have been some sort of hypnotic, because I remembered later that I thought I had fallen asleep in front of them (this was at least four years before the question/answer dreams). I didn't mention it, and for a long time now, I sort of remember a little bit more, that, at that time, I just kept my head down and was my old depressing self. Then I was introduced to R, the guy who sold.
I found R&J to be a really nice, sensible couple. We always smoked a joint, sat a while, and watched the news. I spent maybe an hour a week there. I didn't see or hear much about their business, I didn't ask and they didn't say much about it. The guy bought pot by the pound, and some people would take a bunch, resell it and pay later. I always bought just for myself, and sometimes for AN. I didn't know enough people to make dealing worthwhile, and when I did buy some for other people, I got the money for it first, and made sure they got a good deal by loading up their bags with some of mine so they wouldn't feel shorted. I would not have made a good dealer, to say the least. Never did profit off of it.
Selling was their only income, I guess, and they were extremely careful. If they didn't know you, they wouldn't sell; if they knew you and you brought someone with you, they wouldn't sell; if you took hard drugs, they wouldn't sell. If you told on them, well, they would have known; you didn't have to tell because you had a 'tell' that they put on you with that drug they gave you before you even bought -- I don't know what mine was. Eh, business is business, I guess. Nothing odd happened for the almost five years I bought off of them. It was a matter of 'I want the pot; they want the money'. And it was easy money for them. They could have bought a house with the fifty bucks, once a week for almost five years that I forked over. It was good stuff and good deals, no cheating. I didn't talk much about myself there, I always kept work/home/play strictly separated. It was good to go to one place to get away from the other places, why mix them up?
I remember AN asked several times about her being introduced to the people I bought pot from. It turns out that her aunt lived across the street from the dealers. I can't remember how or when she knew that. I told her that I couldn't introduce her to them, and several times she asked me what the guy's name was. I told her it was Mickey Mouse.
So it came to be 1985, I was being interrogated by my relatives while I was sleeping, regularly buying pot, and spending time with AN. And soon to meet her friend, KS. Then I had to go to the dentist to get my wisdom teeth out.
I mentioned this to JL, the pot seller, and she had the name of a dentist that I should go to. I told her that I had one. My parents were paying for it, six hundred bucks for two visits back then, so I didn't have a choice.
Considering what things were to come, maybe I should have gone to her dentist. Don't fall asleep at the dentist's, especially if you've been talking in your sleep.
NEXT: MORE QUESTION/ANSWER FROM......FRIENDS? PART II
MARCH 1985 TO JUNE 1985
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