wickedflea | will shovel for drugs

There's snow everywhere this morning. On the way to the bus stop, I'm walking down Harrison St. toward Fountain St. and I get to the side of the little post office. There's a guy there shoveling snow off the sidewalk and I think, wow--it's nice to be in a place where people are prepared for the weather and take it in stride instead of cowering in their homes and hoping the world doesn't come to an end. As I get near him, I say, "Hey, how ya doin'?" Dude looks at me and says, "yougoddennycrak?"

"I'm sorry, what?" I step past him.

"Yagoddenycrak?"

"WHAT?" I say.

"Do you HAVE any CRACK?"

"HELL NO, I don't have any CRACK!"

That's what I get for being friendly in this town. I'm standing there in the falling snow and some guy is asking me for crack. Do I LOOK like I smoke CRACK? Don't answer that.

So that was the morning's "I ain't in Mississippi no more" moment.