Sunday brunch in the Shit House
It’s raining like a mother-fucker..I’m cold, kinda hungry, and totally fucked!
Here i am in public bathroom in Balboa Park in San Diego California, it’s around midnight, i got no where to go after running away from home again for like the hundredth time.. Don’t ask me why i do it, i just do..maybe it’s so i can chase the dragon without interruption from anyone..I don’t know! The year is 1977 and i am 14 years old. This run will last until i am arrested in Arizona with another run away who stole a motorcycle from his dad and bailed.. We ran into each other in Ocean Beach, he had a motorcycle and i had some hustle, a perfect match for street-life! My whole life has pretty much been like that. I am a College graduate with a street mentality. Go figure!
So it is raining and I am cold as fuck. I got some smokes and some money i stole from my mother. I light one up and think about what i am gonna do, actually i know what i am gonna do, i am gonna wait till it gets daylight and then i am gonna go to the Plasma center in downtown San Diego and use my fake ID to sell some Plasma, then i will have some coin and i will figure out what i am gonna do next. Ha!.. actually i already know that too, i am gonna go to Ocean Beach and score some dope and just go where the high takes me. The 70’s in San Diego were wild and crazy and at the time it was what i was looking for, or should i say what i was escaping to! Drugs were every where and it was easy to find a place to crash, and being young i always had cash in my pockets cause people felt sorry for me when i pan-handled for change. I can’t remember what lies i told back then to get money but i am sure it was 100% bullshit. This run was a special one for me because the second night on the beach i met this chick who helped me to lose my virginity. I had a handful of ‘ludes and she had big tits.. again the perfect match! The funny or sad thing (depending how you look at it) was that it took longer for me to get my pants off then it too me to “get off!”, but she was willing to let me take another ride, which i did and then we went to this crash pad she had and drank wine and smoked pot. She was an older chick in her 20’s and she didn’t really have any hustle, but she was a chick and as long as she was willing to put out she could make it. I hung with her for about 2 weeks, i showed her how to make cash and she showed me how to fuck.. Ummm need i say it again? hell yes.. it was the perfect match!!! Things were going smoothly until she got busted crossing the border back into the U.S. With a shit load of heroin and quaaludes. I told her to put the rubber filled dope sack in her box and she only put it in her panties, and needless to say we got pulled into a search cause we walked across the bridge rather than bumming a ride. So she went to jail, and i went back to Ocean Beach, with all of my dope! I wandered around until i met the kid with the motorcycle. He was like 16 or 17 and he wanted to go to Arizona so we did! It didn’t take long till i was busted and then headed back to Los Angeles on an airplane.. It wasn’t my last run either.. i kept it up until i was 17.. then i got my first prison sentence.. Ahh but that is another story..
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