Fleeing the Plantation

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I don't jones for weed like I used to. If it's there, I'll smoke it. If not, I don't worry about it.

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Sold out again. I even sold the one I was gonna drink myself on the way back in with the ones I'd already sold.

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"Welcome to my story, Mr. Rude Bastard," I said to myself as I stopped to pour some more wine. "You may be a total loss as a human being and a poker player, but you'll make a great sick villain by the time I'm done with you."

https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-rape...res-r-ap-e

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I'm at Joe's, waiting on laundry. It's pretty peaceful out here. The assholes haven't made their way here yet.

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How to keep an idiot entertained for hours. A guy is sitting here playing farting sounds on his phone.

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Now it's "yo mama" jokes. Lol

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Neighborhood Market had the sushi rolls marked down for clearance, so I bought a couple. The California cream cheese roll, which I think is technically more of a Philadelphia roll, was rather bland. The sesame seeds were the dominant flavor. The spicy crab roll was a little more interesting, but neither compares to the sushi at that other store.

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I'm not opening the pop stand today because my food stamps won't be in until tomorrow. I made enough cash the last two days that I'm not sweating anything today.

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Aaahh!!! A hot shower and clean clothes. I feel almost human again.

Around 4PM, Chris was somewhat drunk and quite hungry. He offered to buy me a couple of leg and thigh deals if I drove him to Popeye's, and off we went.

When he said the two piece deal was $1.59, it sounded too good to be true, and that's because it was. Chris was remembering shit that hasn't been around in ages. He couldn't afford all the yardbird he'd set out to buy, so we went to Sonic for their Tuesday two-fer-one burger special.

Now for some reason, the girl taking our order couldn't focus on the Tuesday special we were talking about, and kept talking about some two-fer $5.99 special they had. She eventually got frustrated and disconnected.

Chris was really jonesing for fried chicken though, so we traveled across town yet again to Golden Chick, and learned that their 8 piece "special" was over $30.

From there, we went to Church's and got a greasy, too long under the heat lamp 10 piece for $11.99.

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It's cool and overcast, with a few piddling sprinkles earlier. Most of the women piled into a van and went to some outfit called the women's sanctuary. Naturally, there is no corresponding men's sanctuary, as far as I know.

Scott smoked a joint by himself and went to his daughter's house for an hour or so. When he gets back, I'm gonna hard load the cooler with pop and make some gas money. I used up most of my gas driving all over town for three pieces of nasty ass fried chicken yesterday. Even when something ostensibly benefits me, e.g., free chicken, I often get fucked in other ways. None of the other fucks who benefited are gonna help defray the cost.

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I'll give you another example.

Although I run my ass off operating the pop stand to keep gas in the car, Scott has taken to wanting to ride with me when I go to the store so he can save his own gas.

The other morning, he said he'd buy me a cup of coffee if I took him to 7-Eleven. Since I can't buy hot coffee with food stamps, I agreed. I put my remaining buck and some change in the gas tank while we were there, which didn't move the gas gauge at all.

Meanwhile, the store clerk had insulted Scott, thinking he was a bum. When Scott explained that he was paying for the coffee, the clerk apologized and gave him the coffee for free. I remarked that since he got the coffee for free, we could use the money he saved for gas. Nothing doing.

When you're homeless, you have no friends. Period. Even the ones who comment on how selfish other people are and how everyone is looking out for himself are that way themselves. And Scott is biggest critic of the "Me! Me! Me!" crowd I know.

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He also bought two pops on credit the other day, saying he would pay me back the next day. I'm still waiting for that dollar.

The next day, I cut out credit sales altogether.

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The micro USB port on my phree gubmint fone is loose, making it very difficult to charge above forty-eight percent. Sometimes when I think it's charging, it's actually losing charge.

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Evidently everybody got their food stamps on the same day. The little store where I get pop was packed. Three cashiers and lines of carts loaded with food. While I was waiting, I looked in the ice cooler. One bag of ice left. They sell a shitload of ice, and I doubted it would still be there by the time I got to the cashier.

I left my cart where it was and went to Neighborhood Market. Today's menu:

Dr. Thunder
Mt. Lightning
cola
root beer
cream soda

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While ostensibly minding the pop stand, I gave three people rides and made $13 in cash and $5 in shake. Not quite the big, fat bud promised, but mmmkay.

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The first fare was an old lady who wanted to go to the liquor store. After I took her there, I went across the street to 7-Eleven and put her fare in the gas tank.

Second rider was Mark. He was hungry and wanted to go to the convenience store. When we left there, I went across the street where cigarettes are cheaper and spent his money on smokes.

The third passenger was a friend of Chocolate's named Diego. He said he's half black, half Mexican. She initially wanted to go to the liquor store, but sent him in her stead. He was talking big about the big fat bud he was gonna give me for taking him, but after fumbling around in his bag the livelong day, he only produced a leaking bag of shake.

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I managed to get the phone charged to 98% in the car before check-in.

I have $10 in my wallet and no worries about tomorrow.

I'll be stepping into a hot shower in about 25 minutes.

I have a blunt rolled to smoke after my shower. Or maybe for wake 'n' bake in the morning. We'll see.

I'm about where I planned to be at this time of the day when I started out this morning.

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Let's see who's drunk in the back row tonight. Melvin? Chris? LG?

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I never found out. None of them made a disturbance, and I was out like a light a short time later.

I awoke before the lights came on this morning. To avoid the regularly scheduled rude awakening at 6AM, I got up, packed up my bedroll, and left.

Coffee at 7-Eleven. A young homeless couple was there. The guy had tattoos all over his face. The girl had a nice body and a decent looking face, but she'd been doing a number on it with drugs, and I knew her looks wouldn't last much longer.

I decided to avoid the usual morning bullshit altogether and go enjoy my coffee in the dark at the park. As I sit here now, I'm about to bust out that blunt I rolled yesterday for a little wake 'n' bake.

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After savoring the sweet aroma of the cigar for a moment, I lit the blunt. It tasted like purse weed. You know how weed accumulates that taste of cosmetics and whatnot when it's been sitting in the bottom of some bitch's purse. It was weak shit too. I barely got a buzz.