blood diamond

jo carter, 18. you think you know pain? you think you understand bloody knuckles, bruised ribs? fuck an ivy league education, the street's got all the lessons you need.

[bradyfey-deactivated20160816]

I could be…

But at least I got a smile. 

[jo-annacarter]

Never fully dressed without one, yeah?

[bradyfey-deactivated20160816]

There’s bird shit on just about every bench. I don’t look sour, I was just admiring your good spirit this morning. 

[jo-annacarter]

Maybe you're fuckin' tripping, yeah?

[noah-reischer]

Shiny, minus the wide-eyed wonder- most newcomers walk around with stars in their eyes for the first few weeks. Now, talking business. I’ve got some xanax, val & oxy in stock, so it’s your pick of the litter. Plenty of weed, plenty of coke- it’s a little pricey at the moment, but still the purest shit around here. As for Yelp, nevermind. The joke wasn’t good enough to warrant an explanation.

Ah. Well, I only sell on credit by exception and as generous of an offer as that is, those bases are already covered. Though, actually- I might have a temp job available. You any good at sales?

[jo-annacarter]

For a dealer, you talk way too much, you know? So you're a pharmacist in Tommy fuckin' Hilfiger, I get it. 

I've moved some shit back home. Don't think these uppity pricks would buy from me though. Think they're a bit scared.

[sammcelligott]

All right then. Bird poop isn’t that big a deal anyways. Can always wash it out.

[jo-annacarter]

You smoke?

[bradyfey-deactivated20160816]

It’s nice to see you again too.

[jo-annacarter]

It's for your own good, don't look so fuckin' sour. There's bird shit on that bench.

[noah-reischer]

Ah, so you are new. If you tell me what you’re in the market for, I can help you out. I don’t exactly have business cards to hand out, but if I had a Yelp page, I think it’d have pretty good reviews. 

I’m Noah, Reischer. 

[jo-annacarter]

Shiny hasn't even worn off yet. Simple shit, weed and whatever pills you got to make you mellow. Coke sometimes, depends on the party. The fuck's a Yelp?

Jo. Thing is, I'm broke. Scholarship doesn't cover extras. Gotta job need doing, dick need sucking?

[noah-reischer]

No, just figured I’d share a unique tidbit of Westfield history with an unfamiliar face. My Monday high usually wears off around five, anyway.

[jo-annacarter]

Save it for something graded, yeah? You get high? Who sells around here? Everyone seems too pissbaby to score, I was gonna have to call up a cousin or something.

[mickeystraight-blog]

         Mickey chuckled, taking the cigarette and a drag (a strange contrast to the coke he’d been snorting all weekend) before handing it back as he exhaled. “Hardcore. Where the hell did they find you?”

[jo-annacarter]

"Motor City. Found out there was a white girl in the hood and shipped me out." 

[sammcelligott]

Ah, then maybe I might have to take a seat next to you instead. If you don’t mind.

[jo-annacarter]

I do fuckin' mind. You can sit over there, don't crowd me.

[noah-reischer]

Why? I’m already aware that these stains are the ghost of vomit past, I even remember the senior responsible for them in my sophomore year. Can’t say the student lounges don’t have their own quaint history.

[jo-annacarter]

You peaked or something? Fuckin' chatty.

[mickeystraight-blog]

        "Nah, just stuck with a stupid good memory and too many hours logged in the nurse’s office — bruise you gave Zedler may or may not’ve been my snapchat story."

[jo-annacarter]

"Is he still crying about that? Pussy." Jo handed the cig over to Mick, gesturing for him to take a drag. "Busted up my knuckles on his thick skull, didn't need a nurse for that."

[levizedler]

Good thing it’s laundry night. I don’t hit women.

[jo-annacarter]

Talk shit to them though, isn't that, verbal abuse? Nasty fucker, aren't you?

[sammcelligott]

Bad luck? Debating whether or not I should risk it. I think I might. 

[jo-annacarter]

Yeah, bad luck. S'only good luck if the bird shits on you, not if you sit in the bird shit. 

[levizedler]

Nope. This is the only place I have to be right now. Why? Is this your seat? I’m feeling less noble today, so I’ll probably hit back.

[jo-annacarter]

Not my seat, but I did see a bunch of those ugly fuckers with wings shit there this afternoon. That was you being noble? I thought you were just being a pussy.

[levizedler]

Is that mine? Fitting.

[jo-annacarter]

Whatever. Don't you have a fuckin' place to be?

[mickeystraight-blog]

          "Mickey. You’re Jo, yeah?"

[jo-annacarter]

"You my stalker?"

[georgesolace-deactivated2019091]

Well, damn.

[jo-annacarter]

Funny.