Anneessens, rée de chaussée, trois heures du mat
Living in a room at street level one gets to live some stories. Every once in a while it gets so absurd you wouldn’t believe me if I’d write it down scenariowise.
I just opened my window, sat down to read “Weekend Knack” and nearly 2 seconds after that somebody knocks on the window. Sure as hell I didn’t see that one coming at 3 a.m., so I open the window to look what’s happening and waddayaknow:
“you’re selling weed?”
“mmm no”
“it was you who opened the window, right?”
“mmm yes, didn’t really saw you coming though”
“and you don’t want no weed either?”
“no thanks”
“you’re not selling either?”
“no, seriously, I don’t smoke”
“ok”
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And that’s that. It’s that metropolis way of thinking that will one day reveal the logics of these folks.
Until that day I will reminisce about this small anecdote that damn cracks me up.
I mean, what are the odds… I open the window and… there I have two people… figuring out whether they’re selling are buying green.
Talking about some Vagueness…
On-Point Podcast
So you don’t sell now don’t you?
And you don’t smoke either?
Fet man!
Comment by duvelman — June 29, 2006 @ 12:10 pm
the guy was confused, obviously he needed his fix. You don’t happen to sell crack, do you? lol
Comment by =vic= — June 29, 2006 @ 3:00 pm
big up mivb voor de screenshot
Comment by canada, dry — July 1, 2006 @ 7:59 am
one càn not mess around with mivb/stib
if éver you’d try, i got their back, not yours,
mivb, keep on rollin, steady truckin me through town, whut
Comment by =lloyd= — July 1, 2006 @ 9:31 pm