>>902653we shoot the shit about hitchhiking, and the stranger, Nick, informs me that he's on his way to Cleveland to score some Heroin. I tell him I'm tripping balls and he laughs. We stop at a convenience store so he can grab, something, probably a lighter, and off we go. This dude's radiator is FUCKED; it felt like my legs are burning, like his dashboard is about to melt; but hey, at least I wasn't walking!
We roll down through the hood to the trap house where he picks up some dope. There I had the opportunity to see people living in the fucking dirt, doing whatever they can to survive. It's easy to forget what I saw, but I really can't hate anybody for doing what they gotta do to make it. It hits my while we're driving that the racial division between black and white is one of reality's sickest jokes; a people that are mostly the same, but are divided based on skin color (read in to what you will, /pol/locks).
I make a deal that if he takes me to the Greyhound station, I'll put gas in his tank to get him back home. After we "shake" on it, we proceed to venture to the coast of Lake Erie, where we climb down the rocks and I watch him shoot up. We shit and enjoy the view, as he put it in his opiate-induced stupor, "deep in the dirty, dirty cunt" of mother nature. Another realization: Shrooms and a sunset is the closest we will get to seeing the Garden of Eden. But again, I digress.
We leave the coast, heading downtown. However, we can't find the bus station. After a few minutes of yelling out the window at white people (I'm white, if it's relevant) and getting no response, the only person to give us directions was an upstanding black gentleman. Nick drops me off at the bus station, and goes back to wherever he came from. I'm headed home, so I leave most of my useless shit in his car for him to sort through/sell/trade for heroin, telling him, "hey, you can't take it with ya!"
At the Greyhound station, I procure a ticket back to Buffalo
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