When I woke, there was light coming in between the curtains, falling across the orangy brown '70's shag carpet. The lights on each side of the little desk were on and Dirt and Maya had the big mirror unscrewed from the wall and were lining up huge gagglers.
That was the clicking I'd heard in my dream. Except in my dream, the clicking was thousands of tiny legs on cheap linoleum as thousands of roaches ate my dead body. But I was there, and I could feel them eating me. Tiny mouthful by tiny mouthful.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" I croaked, "we can't afford that. We've still gotta get there, get set up. Fuck."
They turned to me smiling. Maya with a playful look on her face, lips slightly pursed. Dirt laughs, "We didn't pay for it. It's free man. "
I looked on, stunned. Just woke up from being drunk and all strung out. Still groggy and half asleep, mouth tasting like old possum, layin on the side o' the road....ass. And I'm lookin at huge lines that we don't have to pay for? Straight up vapor lock. Stuck.
Dirt eventually has mercy on me and says, "Maya went out while we were asleep last night and got it."
I was still lost. Did Maya have money we didn't know about? Well, that would stand to reason. Sure she did. But judging from the size of that bag, I guessed that she didn't have that kinda stake. So how'd she get it? Rob somebody....maybe. Suck a dick...or more......maybe. She was fuckin us all across the west, what would she do for a bag that big? Was it really coke? Was it good? What was it? Two ounces prolly. Nuts. Fuckin nuts.
"Where the fuck did you get that?" I asked. "Do we need to pack up and get the fuck outta here?"
She just looked at me calmly....a little smugly, and said, "Chill man. Everything's alright. I didn't have to rob or kill anybody to get this. Noone's comin to look for us. If you wanna get outta here, that's fine. We could head up to Washington state or somethin......but we don't have to. Everything's fine man."
"So where the fuck did you get it?" I stayed focused while Dirt took one huge line all up one nostril in a mammoth, rip snortin blast.
She just held up both her hands, slowly twirling them at the wrist, flashing the tatoos there.
"Did you ever wonder what these are about?" She asked.
I shrugged and gave a little nod indicating I had.
"It marks me as a member of a certain organization. A club sorta. Like a fraternity for boys and girls, w/out the kegs and co-eds......for the most part." She continued with a shrug of her own.
"A gang?" I persisted, "you're in a nationwide gang?" I struggled to understand.
"Just let it go." she returned. "It's free, nobody's trying to kill us. We're cool. Let it go. Enjoy. Let me thank you for letting me ride with you guys."
Dirt finally looked up from the mirror long enough to say, "just ride it man, just be cool."
I shook my head, trying to clear it. Trying to get some perspective on what weas going on. Wondering if we were gonna have a big bill to pay as soon as we got there. Maya would go to the closest "clubhouse" and tell them we were here, turn in her voucher and pretty soon some tatoo'd Asian or car full of Cholos or maybe a coupla Shaft lookin fellas show up at the apartment and want to collect on the cola we've been doing all over the Northwest.
I just couldn't justify it. But I wanted to. I really liked coke. I really liked Maya and being on the road with her and Dirt. I knew there was somethn wrong, but I did it anyway. I got up and did a line on the way to the bathroom, all up one nostril. Thought I was gonna die. I could see the headline.....Indiana man drowns on own spit in grubby Colorado motel. Then I went and pissed.
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