After walking around and enjoying the very nice tanned bodies on the

beach, I decided that the dude wouldn??t actually get weed and was full of s

shit (it had been less than an hour at this point), So I started looking for

people that seemed like good chances for finding a connect. Struck out w/ a

couple of teens sitting at a bus stop, Walked a block down the street, saw a

guy leaving a head shop, and gave it a shop. I asked him if he knew where I

can get some trees, he was like what you looking for. I told him a zip. He was

like come on give me a ride to the mainland. So we walked to my car and

talked small, I found out that he had just been arrested that morning for

having a quarter bag on him. We drove back to the mainland, and I was like

we??re we going, I??m cool as long as it??s not Madison Ave. He was like where??s

that, I was like that worst avenue in Daytona Beach, full of fiends and

bangers, and prostitutes, the one by the pink pony strip club. He cringed and

I knew that was where we were headed. I parked in front of a laundry matt.

The guy gets out and says he??ll go see about the trees, and runs across the

street to this trailer, that??s surrounded by like 8 strung out looking white

people. I decided waiting in my car (midday) seemed conspicuous as hell, so

I got out and sat down in front of one the laundry matt. Beside me was a

rather large elderly black man and on the other side was a Puerto Rican

Hooker. They were having some kind of lively conversation, I sat down

between them and they asked me if I was working, I was like no. The dealer

guy ran back up to me and quoted me a price of 120 for a half of crypt. I

decided it fair, and was getting ready to get up when the hooker asked what

we we??re doing, the dealer guy was like he getting half a zip, she

asked ??Marijuana?? in a wondrous voice, I was like ??Uhh yeah?? and then we

ran over to the trailer together. The dealer guy was like one of the strung

out guys needed to run into the trailer park and get it. I almost never let

money leave my hand before I see what I want, just bad business, but this

time I decided to do so. I knew the trailer the guy called home, and if there

was a problem, I could get at him. No problems he came back 5 mins later

with some decent nugs Completed, I was walking across the street to my car

(out of state tags no less) When two cops pull up fast as hell, I got a half O

in my pocket and was like, be coo be cool, they jumped out and ran into the

trailer park, we jumped into the car , and as I was pulling away I saw the

cops dragging some dude out of the park with his front teeth missing and

blood coming from his mouth down his bare chest. We left and drove back to

the beach side of the city, and as I was going to drop off the dealer guy,

where I found him, my phone started ringing