cautionary tale about old people scoring frags
Danny and I make a deal to pick up some zoo frags from a guy 40 miles away in San Antonio, fire and ice zoos. So we're driving into town and Danny's on the phone and I hear enough to realize he's changing our plans. He tells me that we are also meeting a guy ,a guy we've never met ,in a parking lot at the opposite end of town to get some blue zoos. We pull into the parking by a restaurant and its dark. I see a guy sitting on the tailgate of his truck with ice chests in the back. This is obviously my guy right? I yell from twenty feet away "are you selling frags" The guy gives me an odd look and says no somewhat vehemently.
I go back to our truck and tell Danny it's not him, he wants to walk around and look for the guys truck. Danny's still sore from his double heart cath and we slowly walk through the parking lot looking around. We pass a man in what looks like a sheriff's uniform. We hear a man tell him that "those people" meaning us, are here to meet someone to buy drugs. We kept walking laughing and talking about it with Danny making remarks that sound like a confession until I assure him that I don't want to spend the night in jail over a misunderstanding. The sheriff looking man comes up to us and says "someone told me that you two are here to buy drugs" I quickly answer " no what I said was 'are you selling ' frags'. Danny pops off that we are reefers. Realizing what he had said he quickly explained what he meant and we did not have to sleep in separate cells.
The moral of this story is don't send two geeks to make a frag deal.
Danny said no more Friday night frag scores for him.
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