Middle Class White Girl Drug Dealing
I pulled up in the empty parking lot by Sweetie Pie’s apartment. I called her, “hey I’ve got it. Come down. I’m in a hurry.” While I waited I took the bottle of pills out of my purse and poured it into an empty sandwich baggie.
When I looked up I saw Sweetie Pie walking toward me with a big shit-eating grin on her face. I leaned over to unlock the passenger door but instead she came up to my window. I rolled it down and held up the bag of little blue capsules. Her eyes grew huge.
