Part 9: We Drank Heavily and Smoked Tons of Weed We Bought From the Hottie at the Fotomat… Moose and I were the only young outliers renting, and at first, everyone’s antenna went up.
It took a while, but we won them over with our unique sense of humor and Boston accents.
Oh, and we could afford beer, blackberry brandy, cigarettes, and weed, too.
There was one kid working on the other side of the building we became friendly with.
He was five-six, rail thin, with dark, medium-length wavy hair and a wannabe mustache.
He talked fast, using his hands in a chopping motion.
He took us to Cuban restaurants for lunch in his car, where he made food recommendations.
Moose and I thoroughly enjoyed the Cuban cuisine.
At one place, we tried a unique Cuban coffee, Cafe Cubano, also known as Cuban espresso.
Despite being served in a shot glass, Cafe Cubano contained an incredible amount of caffeine and sugar.
He said he watched one guy down a dozen in under an hour.
Steve said he was a bad dude and well-connected, which we interpreted as meaning a drug dealer.
The weekend couldn’t have come soon enough.
He shut it off and backed it in next to mine like he had done the previous Saturday night.
We were happy to see him and him us.
He wasted little time pulling out the bag of pills and offering us some speed.
He was a speed freak both on and off the bike.
We parked the bikes out front and went in and grabbed a table.
We told Tom about the hot waitresses, and they didn’t disappoint.
We werent done yet…
The strip was packed, traffic heavy, and at a standstill.
The three of us were lined up side by side, occupying two lanes.
We were oblivious to it, still fumbling with the matches and trying to get our cigarettes lit.
Then horns started blowing, and two cops ran over to see what the problem was.
We were the problem…
The Cops motioned for us to pull over and then asked for our licenses and registrations.
Once I had it, I held it up so he could see it.
It had become saturated with battery acid and deteriorated.
I immediately started laughing.
“Just like King Rootin Tootin!
The cop asked,“What?”
King Rootin Tootin was a midget!”
Tom and I nodded okay, and we pulled in and parked the bikes.
I remember ordering aBig Jumbo, my favorite burger on the menu.
It came with fries and cole slaw, and I was really looking forward to it.
After our waitress placed it in front of me, I took one bite and immediately felt sick.
Get up, we’re leavin… Then, the three of us headed back to Miramar.
I could barely see ten feet in front of me, so I just followed Mooses taillight.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
