03-10-2006, 12:49 AM
My main crack dealer was a very nice Negro. Well spoken (talked like whitey) and very punctual. If he said 20 minutes, it was 20 minutes. Buying crack was easier than buying a quart of milk. Even at 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I bought from niggers too. I hated them. If they said 20 minutes, I’d be looking out of the blinds for 3 or 4 hours. That sucked. I’ve been off the crack for years now. No rehab, no nothing. I just stopped. It was no fun anymore.