“I think it was an Asian gang or something… There was this guy, he looked Asian… and he was speaking another language, I’m pretty sure it was… Asian.“*
So I was out for a bike ride yesterday, and I stopped at a corner near the water fountains to wait for the light to change. There were three ne’er do wells gentlemen guys facing the other direction.
One of them turned and approached me. In a low voice he asked, “Hey. Do you know where I can get some weed?”
Strangely, I actually contemplated for a moment whether or not I knew such a thing before replying, “No, I don’t.” He apologized and then turned away. Then one another one of the group came up so me and asked something I didn’t quite catch. I begged his pardon and he repeated himself but I still couldn’t quite understand him. Very warily I just shook my head and quietly said no.
Then I finally understood him when he said, “You don’t know where downtown is?”
This puzzled me a little bit but I answered, “This is downtown.” He turned back to his friends presumably to tell them that they had reached their destination and that they could expect the weed to start flowing like water. It’s too bad that the old Windsor and Park Hotels are gone now. Those were really good places to get weed…or so I heard.
*The Cable Guy, watch it, it’s hilarious.