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A Night With The Guys before/after So we were in the parking lot downtown, with security uber tight, cops lounging in the parking lot, and Tony receiving numerous calls from his drug dealer. Tony: "Where? Where the hell are you? Forty. Forty. The church? The church. Forty." It was stone obvious to me. We were in the wrong part of town for us, obviously not dressed to go to the restaurant, being eyeballed by security, and not being even able to find the entrance to the goddam thing. Security showed us the entrance. Tony kept getting calls from his befuddled dealer. Tony:"What? Where. Where are you. What? Forty. Where the hell are you?" Security then came over and asked if we were going into the restaurant, because we couldn't stay in the parking lot. Tony:"Where are you? I'm looking at the church. The church. The church." So we went back to the car, and started searching the parking lot of the church. A few more calls, and we found his dealer. Skinny mexican kid in a sharp Jeep Grand Cherokee. His girlfriend was slumped in the front seat, looking terminally bored. Security eyed us from across the street. The police were a stone's throw away behind a little shack, their veiw obscured. I nodded to the kid while Tony got out and talked to him. I kept lookout, as is customary. Looking casual. Watching, but not darting my head around. Y'know, lookout, like as a child, when your friend is doing something stupid that might conceivably get you both in trouble. Tony got back in the car, just bitching. Tony:"What a fucking dumbass. I told him that, straight to his face, I said, 'You're a dumbass, dude.'." Carloads of kids drove by flashing gangsigns and howling. I was unconcerned. After Detroit, and an immersed understanding of the gang culture, I know where trouble lays. Its almost amusing, if some of these kids weren't dangerous. But in the end, they're kids. Feral kids, almost with an instinctive understanding of power. We meandered around town, while I tried to deescalate Tony. He eventually calmed, and we received umpteen calls from Roomie, who was worried, especially seeing as he put us up to this. Went back and sat on the porch in the cooling night, drinking beer, doing drugs, and talking the night away. I wanted to go chase skirts, even if it was just to get that brush, that instinctive fullsome moment spawned by innocuous contact, flush with possibilities where the connection is all and the energy between two souls is paramount even if they both go their separate ways never to see each other again. But it was not to be. So at the end of the night, I wrote a dirty, dirty letter to an exgirlfriend, and then gave Tony a ride home. All in all, a good night with the guys.
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