taylor

today I had the craziest 5 to 7 pm that I can remember. this guy rolls up to the door in a white shirt/tie with 5 gold teeth on the bottom. He's from the inner city in Florida somewhere and selling magazines, those are the parts of the conversation I could understand. but I think that was the entertaining part. and he's yelling at the sorority girls parking their cars near our house, "damn girl," followed by stuff I don't understand, also entertaining. so I look at the magazines and decide to buy 2 years of bicycling for no reason at all. I really only have $150 to my name right now and no job, but whatever, minor detail. anyways after this kent comes home and he talks him into another 40 worth of magazines. then somehow we get around to talking about pot and he asks if we have any cigars. no, well ya'll want to go with me to get some... bla bla what else do you do for fun around here? party, yeah we're having one friday its my 21st birthday. no shit, well I'll buy you a six pack. so we finish buying the magazines and he(andre) and kent go to the convenience store where gets the six pack and a couple of peach flavored cigars. then on the way back we spot one of his coworkers and he joins the party. so we go to the garage and they roll up two peach blunts and we smoke those down. his friend is from new york apparently and they just travel all over with this urban opportunity type program hitting people up for magazines. they had great stories about people with a jaguar in the driveway who would tell them "they can't buy any because they're broke" then literally seconds later their wife and daughter would drive up in two matching H2 hummers. they had stories about when they sold to the kennedy's, various football players, and espn anchors. then kent loaded another bowl, and we talked about music. Andre from florida and probably the blackest person I've ever met was a fan of KISS. so after a beer, two blunts, and a bowl of KB andre needs to borrow visine because he's planning to go out and sell more magazines, good luck buddy. and then they left. what a godamn surreal afternoon. they sure beat the mormons.