The Wildnerness Years - Fruits of Thy Labor

And now back to our show... so i was doing alright and of course it can't be all work and no play in the land of milk and honey and though most people don't take the attitude that slinging is a job it most definitely is, problem is that the average half ass hood is spending his money before it's made and while the appearance of success is there it doesn't take a close inspection to see it's all ruse, a ruse that usually runs a good number of the so-called players right out of the game in one way or another, but for those of us doing it right the trick is to keep a handle on all the moving parts and if you can do that then you give the aura of one of the most sought-after guys in the game, meaning you are a stable planet in an unstable galaxy... and while it won't turn you into Brad Pitt it will make you a bit more attractive to the women in said orbit...

So i moved a good deal of smoke for Hippie Jack and my customer base expanded and some of those customers were young ladies and some of those young ladies could take a shine to the guy weighing out their gear, of course studies show being 6'4 helps and the rat's nest of dreads on my head didn't hurt either, i was a walking, talking middle finger to all those good and pure things out there in the lily white where a good number of these young ladies grew up, they didn't want to take me out of my transient hood and home to mom and dad but they weren't adverse to other things and their "connection" wasn't exactly naive to the fact that there was a certain allure to the art of dealing, didn't matter if they were seeing someone or if i was what mattered was the trophy, they bagged a hood/dealer and me? well let's just say i enjoyed the temporary company of women, in the end the young (much like the old) just want to fuck...

Part of my job was delivering party goods to party stores so that the world would never run short of disposable shit, and of course these stores were located all over the suburbs (except for the one warehouse and the store above it, the one located a scant city block or so from my apartment at this time), now one nice thing about the dreads back then (95-96) was the fact it was damn near a calling card, a big lighted billboard with the words "I know how to get weed!" flashing in a neon technicolor, it's also the reason i very rarely left the hood except for work, besides there was no reason to leave the hood with it's dive bars and strip clubs and rock and roll bars, way down low where the streets are littered/ i find my fun with the freaks and the niggas...Perry Farrell once sang those words, long before he began shilling for John Varvatos, back when Perry wasn't a dick, we burned brightly in our little corner of the universe because we didn't know what else to do and we had our fun regardless of race, color, creed, sexual preference etal... and so it was on one of these delivery runs that some skinny fucking nitwit named Shady Sean, a guy who was already on the payroll, introduced me to Winnie...

Winnie was a classic dishwater blonde, she had long stringy hair and had a penchant for wearing hippie skirts and corduroy and clogs, she reeked of potential customer and one fine day her and Shady Sean stopped over after i got off work and scored their gear and we sat and bullshitted and Winnie spent a lot of time smiling and gazing intently at me while Shady Sean rambled on about Dead shows and what not, you see it wasn't lost on Sean that Winnie had taken a keen interest in me and since i was not a Deadhead but a dreaded-out punk and indie kid he wanted to establish an advantage, he felt the vibe, the man dance had started except in Pennsyltucky parlance i was a big old bad-ass 14 point buck and he was fuzzy-nubbed Bambi, when Winnie stepped out to use the bathroom Shady leaned in and intimated that we was hoping to get over on Winnie, i smiled and patted him on the back and told him good luck, when she got back they got their shit together to go and we chatted for a few minutes, then as Shady Sean stepped into the hall Winnie stopped and smiled and asked if she could have my number so she could call me herself, of course i said and smiled back, the hissing sound i heard was the air bursting out of Sean's bubble...

And so within a week she was back over to get another sack, an eighth, being the gentleman i knocked five bucks off her price and we sat and conversed and smoked a joint, i was being felt out and i knew it, not pointed questions but specific enough... when i delivered to the store she would volunteer to help unload the van, a job most store employees loathed, we'd stand and chat and every week she'd ask what day would be good to stop over, she'd giggle her boyfriend was smoking all the pot and he really liked it, how she had such a great connection, even said he asked if he could come too but she told him no, good answer i grinned and it went on like that for a few weeks...

It was a gray and damp fall afternoon, not a month had passed from her maiden visit with Shady Sean, a guy she laughed off as she told me how he tried to kiss her in the car that day and how she backed away and asked what the fuck he was doing, i laughed, she was wearing brown corduroys and a fuzzy striped sweater, she smelled of the finest hippie fragrance, she sat on the mattress tossed on the floor, i packed the bong and we took a few hits, i weighed out her bag, gave her the usual discount and tossed a fat bud on top so she could see the triple beam rise well north of the even point, bagged her gear and handed it to her and then took a seat in my beat up chair, swigged my beer and asked her if she wanted one, she declined and i passed her the bong and she took a hit and  passed it back and i set it down, she then smiled and said there was one thing she wanted to do and i said what's that? and she got up and straddled me while i sat in the chair and began kissing me...

It didn't take long for us to get our clothes off and move to the bed, she had been thoughtful enough to bring condoms with her and so we nibbled and licked our way around each other, she had almost non-existent breasts, basically large nipples and nothing more, soon she was astride me again and as i lay there and stared up at the her and the ceiling she kept telling me about some special trick she had but the bed was to soft  for her to pull it off, we moved to the floor and it was too hard, it was getting a bit Goldilocks when i told her it was okay, i'm sure there would be other times to show me, she smiled and we went about our business... of course there were a few more times for her to show me but i never got to see that magic trick...

It was a short lived little fling and who knows how long it could have gone on, it ended a bit abruptly and on good terms... she got pregnant, not be me fucking mind you but by her boyfriend, of course there was still that shiver that runs up the spine when a woman you've had sex with tells you she's pregnant but she confirmed i was in the clear, we'd been the responsible type while her and her boyfriend had not, i told her jokingly you better hope they kid doesn't have light skin and blue eyes, her boyfriend being a black dude, she laughed again and gave me a hug, not long after she quit the party store... and that was the last i'd see of her...