re: Random encounters with Drug Dealers

I was at a gas station on Florida Blvd one night and I had to pay through the little sliding window. Anyway, a car pulls up by mine and when I am walking by, the door opens and the driver says "hey white boy, I got powder and I got hard. Which kind do you like?" opens his hand and he's got a little pack of coke and like three crack rocks.

Uh, no thank you. I used to be a fan of powder but I sure as hell ain't buying it that way.