a
very, very long time ago
i
would get off work
where
i was tending bar
and
go over to a friend’s house
he
made his living dealing cocaine
although
he freebased
most
of his product
i
would give him money from my tips
and
he would lay out a couple of lines for me
then
i would drink beer
while
he smoked his cocaine
slayer
blasting on his stereo
he
had a parakeet
he
would let roam free
eventually
he would have
consumed
his whole stash
so
he would get down on the carpet
looking
for cola rocks
picking
up balls of bird poop
as
he crawled around
he
never found what he was looking for
although
there was always
plenty
of bird crap to sift through
one
night
while
i was in the midst of mixing drinks
the
cops forced their way into his place
took
him away
i
never saw him again
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