fucked up kids - ft. danny (@danny--anderson)
location: rosmont.
Working at a place like The Elephant’s Trunk definitely had its perks, one of them was that people hooked Lacey up with names and locations of people who sold what she wanted and needed. It didn’t come as a surprise that there was someone right in her neighborhood selling drugs but she felt like that gave the place more of its own charm. Still, she hasn’t dared to go there yet to get herself hooked up with some new weed. She didn’t necessarily mind people knowing the she enjoyed the occasional joint but there was still some sort of weird feeling that came with buying the stuff. Tonight, however, she felt in dire need of something to smoke. And so, she found herself in front of the trailer that was, according to a customer of hers, the entrance to heaven. She cleared her throat, then knocked on the door and waited for someone to open up. When they didn’t open, she knocked again, this time adding the words, “Come on, man, open up. I got your address from someone at The Elephant’s Trunk.”