Used to hang out with my buddies Gino and Jerry at 14th and T around 1985 after school was over. We'd get drunk but mainly just shoot the breeze. Back then you could score a dime bag right there outside the liquor store in broad daylight, cops sitting across the street. They never messed with us and in exchange we sometimes hooked a couple of the mellower ones up. One of them, Tony, was a goof after a couple of puffs. One time I was shooting hoops in the vacant lot on Wallach when the Rodriguez sisters came over, one of them said she'd got some rock and asked if I wanted some. Now usually I stay away from the stuff, but Karen Rodriquez is hot, and her sister hotter, so how could I say no? We broke into 1406 T and found a couple of spoons in the kitchen and a lighter and cooked up. Landlord came in, mad as hell, and we all took off running and collapsed in an alley somewhere off 13th. Before I knew what was happening Karen's hand was down my pants and I was making out with her sister Sally. Then we heard the cops and we had to run again, and after that it was all over. Still see Sally when I go to buy cigs at 15th and U, and she's still fine, but we never mention that day, an unspoken secret between us.
