Junkies

Date: 7/26/2017

We have to get out. There are shady characters in this vacant lot. One guy was supposed to meet another for drugs, but it fell through. Three guys arguing, whose fault is it? Who made the deal? What was the deal? Arguing as we climb up a hill to get out of there. Someone does overhear, comes tagging along. We get closer to the car, he is mad because we suggest an AIDS test. He shares needles, but thinks it can't happen to him. He yells, "last time I checked, this wasn't Syria, man" And pulls the cover off our pickup truck revealing a big dent and stuck open windows. Aaarrrgh! The rain will get in. We run around trying to stick the cover back in. After much scrambling, we get it attached on both sides He rips it off again, laughing. The three guys are jovially chuckling too. I am pissed! I yell at him at them. We've got it all back on, I Am in front and still mad. They tell me I should apologize to him. But he should apologize to me! They ask, what if he apologizes? Will you apologize too? I look back incredulously but will do it. He is wearing light blue and rubbing his hands together. The truck is turquoise like my car. The guys all have black hair. Actually, I can never see two of the guys. Everything else is sandy yellow.