Getting On
The Wait
The waiting is really the hardest part even harder than getting the cash together, harder than working out the dollar to cone ratio. It was bearable if you had a car and none of your dealer’s overly suspicious neighbours called the cops because there was a strange car full of people just parked up. But just sitting there waiting doing nothing, every minute took ten. This I think is compounded by the psychological addiction issues. While going hand in hand the two situations rub up against each other. Every three minutes there would be an exasperated muttering “Come on fuck ya”! There were some choice expletives thrown about as the clock dragged. Even worse was when the driver went in and farted around for however long and then had the audacity to come back stoned!
