A cocaine aficionado acquaintance of ours looked out the window onto Starr Street. When the black sedan pulled up, she bolted out the door, crossed the street, and jumped into the front seat of the car. “I want two $50s, a $100, and…do you have change?” She babbled out.
“I don’t have that,” the man behind the wheel said.
“What?” She looked at him in disbelief. “What do you mean you don’t have that…”
“I’m a cabbie, Ma’am.”
She looked across the street. Her dealer was standing outside his sedan, shaking his head and looking at her like What. The. Fuck….