15 May 2003 - 8:21 p.m.

So, I just witnessed my first drug deal. Not, like, my first exchange of drugs for stuff (everyone's seen a hippy pick up some pot off a friend), but an actual DEAL, like you see on the cop shows.

I'm coming home from work, right? I turn into my driveway and there's this thug-lookin' guy standing next to the building next door to me. Just standing, looking like a thug. You know, hood up, hands in pockets, making the "I'm bad" thug face. I swear, how can guys make this face and take themsleves seriously?

So, I'm pulling into the driveway, and he's standing there. Staring. I can tell he's giving me the once-over, 'cause, I don't know, it must be wierd for someone to pull into a driveway. But I write him off as just some weird thuggy guy, as are common in my neighborhood.

That is, until I get to the parking lot behind the building. Where there are two equally thuggy guys, standing on opposite sides of the chain link fence that seperates my lot from that of the building behind. Standing close, talking, but not the way friends talk. Low and quiet, as though that doesn't make what their doing totally obvious, like the stereotypical drug deal.

And they turn and look as I pull in (probably having gotten the high sign from their lookout, thug #1). Not like your normal "new stimulus" look, but another stare. Their eyes stay on me as I pull into my space.

So, of course, I get out of the car and ignore them completely, as though it's not entirely obvious what they're doing. But I glance aside to see one of them taking off at a quick pace, eager to get away in case I call the cops.

Hooray for my fun fun neighborhood.

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