Where’s the crystal?

Fairfield, CA. 10:10am.

Some dude just went knocking on all the room doors. I went and opened since I thought it was the cleaners here to tell me to get out. Check out time you know?

But it wasn’t the cleaners. It was a homeless guy.

“yo, that your Cherokee right there?” pointing at a white Jeep.
“No”
“Aight, you know where he lives?”
“I think he’s somewhere on top”
“Aight” now trying to peek in my room. “you got crystal?”
“Do I have meth? No”
“aight, where’s the guy with the Cherokee?”

Man… I’m in paradise at last.

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