Hustlin’ with the Homeless Homies
I was with an older man, probably in his later 30s early 40s, driving around in his truck. He seemed nice but there was something odd about him that I couldn’t quite explain.

We stop a huge supermarket parking lot. It was probably a decrepit an abandoned Safeway. Despite being left it to rust, it was still in relatively nice condition.

A bunch of deformed homeless people approached us. They all looked like the betrayer in Zack Snider’s “300”.

The old dude took out a bunch of coins to give to them. They were grateful. One of the homeless people then asked “do you have some crack?”. I laughed because of the absurdity of the request.
The guy then said “of course!” And he rolled down his back window. The homeless person grabbed the bag with tiny crack cubes. The guy saw my “wtf you doing” look in my eye and then the homeless guy brought with him a bunch of weed plants. They had just made one crazy trade…
