I was in Westchester (NY) last week looking for JBurns. We can’t take our eyes off of him for a minute. After a little while of checking dumpsters, motels, hotels and a plethora of other sketchy locations me and Iris turned in for the night. Completely unconcerned with the well-being of our associates, as usual. Actually, I think he owes me money.
That morning, while I was blissfully gorging myself on Lucky Charms I got a phone call from an unknown number, it was JBurns hitting me up from a payphone in Canada. Well, we took our time with that. Matter of fact, Iris and I went to Little Caesars, rolled a joint and watched The Fault in Our Stars just to make sure we weren’t devoid of emotion by now.
By the time we finally got up to the border it was sometime around mid-afternoon. This fucking guy was nowhere. I got out of the van (you know, the one with the dome window) and pulled out my last dimebag. I figured, if that didn’t lure him out then nothing else would. Lo and behold.
(we still don’t know what happened)
The adventures continue, next time.