The longevity of Johns drug use could best be counted in the few stretches of sobriety he has experienced since his youth. Knowing John and the fact that his try anything once mentality forever changed our lives you would think he would curb his desires for shady drug deals. It seems that he is almost as addicted to the thrill of the deal as he is to the drug itself. Having this knowledge should keep me from being irritated at this phone call I am about to answer.
" Wally's Videe-Oh!"
"Dave it's John where are you right now?"
"At work John. You called me on the store phone."
"Oh ok. Well are you busy I need you to come with me to see a guy about a thing in a place."
"I'm the only one here John I can't go until we are closed"
"Ok I'll pick you up then don't leave until I get there."
"John tell me the truth is this a drug thing. I won't be mad just tell me the truth."
"Dave this is a Dave and John situation and a drug thing so we can kill 2 birds with one stoner."
"Ok but be here at 9 I'm not waiting all night to ride shot gun on a drug deal with a one eyed gypsy."
In defence of my gypsy comment there actually were a group of gypsies living in town selling drugs and one was missing an eye.
"Yeah I'll be there and we will need little Russian girl that's in the trunk of your car."
I let out a long sigh as I hang up and head out to my car. I have been dreading opening the truck for a week now know she was still in there. Staring up at me with those black lifeless eyes. I open the truck and there she laid motionless her features painted on. I reach down an pick her up. The top half falls right off revealing another slightly smaller Russian girl underneath. I pick up the top of the Russian nesting doll and replace it on top once again hiding the smaller girl inside.
John had picked up the doll from one of the gypsies that saw the aura he was putting off and said this would help protect the other gypsies from whatever was following him. So far we haven't noticed anything weird but we don't want to burn a bridge with the only group of people in town known for curses.
I set the doll on the counter and return to my stool in front of the work computer where I had been updating my resume with hopes of landing another middle management job that will slowly suck out my will to live. Until then I will continue to watch the best years of my life slowly go extinct just like ever dust covered VHS still sitting on the wall but oddly enough the adult VHS's in the back no dust at all they are just a bit sticky.
I decide to start calling John at 830 to make sure he was coming and wasn't just going to leave me standing her til midnight. No answer. I continued calling every 10 mins even though I have nothing else to do after work I was damned if it was waiting at work for John. I can wait for John in the comfort of my own house like Im normally reduced into doing.
9:30 still no John. I was telling myself only 5 more mins for the 3rd time when I hear credence blasting
"Have you ever seen the rain?". The caddy pulls up to a sliding stop just inches from the curb. I grab the doll and head out the door.
"I've been calling you."
"Dave do you have our Russian friend?"
"Yeah John I've got all 5 of them and I duct taped them to keep'em quite."
"Good you never know when they might switch sides on us."
"Hey Dave"
There in the back seat was Munch and a oddly shaped blonde.
"Hey Munch."
"Dave. This is Rachael. She is a friend of Munch."
I wave at her as I get in the front seat.
"What is this all about Dave. You don't need me if you have these to to ride back up with you."
"No Dave. This is a Dave and John situation as much as a drug run."
"What makes it a Dave and John situation."
John goes into a 20 minute run down of his evening of partying and finally gets to the point of the guy while offered to sell us heroin was a tall Jamaican he saw explode several years ago.
"Robert Marley?"
"Dave if it wasn't him it was his twin."
