HIGH SCHOOL STORY
Everyone has a story about being in high school and having someone come up to them in the school hallway or parking lot and ask them if they want to buy marijuana, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, or some other illegal drug from them. My story is different. It involves someone sidling up to me out in the school parking lot while I was trying to dig my car keys out of my pocket and asking me if I were interested in buying some diabetic supplies from him. It wasn’t any secret in the school that I was diabetic, but it had hardly mattered to anyone. It wasn’t like I was blind or rolled myself around in a wheelchair or something. However, this guy, Nick his name was, told me he’d robbed a hospital recently and came away with some morphine, heroin, a few other pain killers, some syringes, and a few boxes of diabetic supplies. When he’d been there, he hadn’t been looking and had just grabbed them up. He didn’t know anyone else to sell them to, but he’d sell them to me at a big discount since he wanted to make some money off the whole thing and I agreed to his price. Hey, diabetic supplies aren’t cheap and I can spot a bargain.
admin :: Mar.19.2008 :: Blog ::