Food Blog

Tonight, at my local pub, I heard one of the other locals talking about making a run. Several other locals feigned either interest or disgust. I side stepped next to him and asked how much I could get. He gave me several choices of quantity and potency. I agreed to his terms and we shoke hands, the twenty in my hand passing to his, unoticed by the casual observer. I agreed to meet, at the same time, same place, tomorrow, and he would deliver the goods. I suggested, as is customary in these sorts of deals, that he ‘take a little of the top’ as an extra payment for his delivery. He said he can go through twenty bucks worth in one week by himself. He actually admitted that doing this stuff everyday couldn’t be good for you.

I heard much about this stuff, the strong and potent variety, as well as the mellow and comforting kind. I had done the softer stuff, but now, I was taking the big step, getting someone to get me the harder stuff. I was experimenting with sausage. Italian sausage.