Pot Luck
I’m going to have to lie about some stuff, but it’s literally life, and death. All right? My daddy got sick, and he needed some medicine. He used to just drive up to Colorado, but he can’t get a Medicinal card for reasons, and now he can barely get out of bed, let alone drive. Also, there’s literally cops right next door, so I hope that explains why a middle-school girl has got to go out, and call a drug dealer. There’s a pay-phone around the block, so he picked up after 4 rings. “Sup?” “Yo, I need a ride.” “How far?” “About 30, mile$.” I hung up, but he got the number on his beeper, and he knows the situation. So, he doesn’t want drive past the US. Marshalsez to make a delivery, even …