One night in Vegas part VIII
March 8th 2010 12:12
Part eight: Paranoia
We’re back on the strip after getting tired of dancing.
Our mission – find some coke.
But we have to be careful after our failed attempt previously.
We spot some hippy looking freak.
He’s alone on a corner street. Must be our guy.
“Got any coke?” we inquire.
“Nah I’ve got something a lot better. Some ganga,” the hippie replies.
“Cool.”
Even though smoking some grass might not sound such a Vegas thing to do, having a sesh at the end of a coked up/alcohol fuelled binge has its appeal.
“How much?”
“One hundred bucks.”
OK, I’m no expert on the drug trade in America. But I aint paying $100 for weed. This hippy thought we were naive fools. Weed was 8 euros for a gram in
Amsterdam.
“Hey man we’re not paying that for weed, so fuck off,” I say before storming off.
We spot a hulking 6-5 black dude.
He says he has coke.
He’s built like an American football linebacker.
Unlike the others, he appears jittery and paranoid.
“We got to find some place to exchange it,” he says.
We’re in a casino.
He’s looking around for narcs.
Rob pulls out some notes.
“Hey man, are you for fuckin’ real? Put that shit away. There are cameras all around this joint. We can get a life sentence for that shit. Follow me fool,” The Hulk says.
We’re wandering around the streets, in what feels an eternity, as The Hulk finds the safe spot.
“Hey man, we’re sobering up, we want some of this shit soon,” I say impatiently.
“Fuck up man. There is a cop on our trail. He’s been following us for the last 15 minutes,” he whispers.
I glance around and see a nerdy middle aged man dressed in plain clothes.
I doubt he’s a pig but who knows?
I don’t know what to believe.
This guy is freakin’ me out. It’s like being on a bad trip.
Now all I can think of is being arrested and put away in the jail, doing boot camp in the desert.
I can just imagine calling my parents.
“Hey mum, yeah how are ya?
“Yeah I’m good, Vegas is amazing, the trip has been fun. But yeah, I’ve found myself in a wee bit of a doozey here. I’ve been arrested on a drug offence.
“Nothing to be worried about, just coke possession.
“The cops say if we comply we will be sent home. But we can never return to the US. Yeah bit of a bummer hey.
“But anyway how’s Perth been?”
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