There’s one main crack dealer, she lives across the street from me. I’m not quite sure how she can afford it, I suppose perhaps she isn’t addicted to the drug she sells, which affords her a rather nice lifestyle.
She sees me walking Mogwai almost every day, and consequently I see her partaking in drug deals nearly every day. She has this drive-by thing going, people drive up, and she gives them the drugs. Perhaps this is how all drug dealers work, I’m not sure, as she is the first one I have actually seen up close, aside from Law & Order.
She always makes a point to let me know that she sees me seeing her doing her deals. She will be right up at the person’s window, right in the middle of her transaction, and she will wave at me, and holler something like, “Hey neighbor! Nice day for a walk!”
She’s very obvious about it, I just smile, go back inside, and accept it as a way of life.
The other day she was walking to her apartment from somewhere, and she came up beside us on the sidewalk. She said to me, “Wow, he looks like he’s losing weight! You got him on a diet or something?”
And I swelled with pride! I’ve been trying SO hard with Mogwai to get some weight off her, and she has lost five pounds, and I was so pleased someone noticed!
Nearly every day a crack head will yell at me that my dog is too fat, and it has been this ongoing struggle medically with her obesity, and finally, finally a crack head said she looks thin.
Vindication for all my hard work.
From a crack head.
