Whatever

No means no. Wife is out for the summer so I no longer have the house to myself.

 

I'm a pothead not a crackhead, we covered this already!
Seen lots of crackheads tho . . .


Story time:
In college, I lived off campus in this townhouse in ATL
Project adjacent, railroad track adjacent, industrial neighborhood [so our drunken asses wouldn't cause as stir]
2 minutes out my front door, by the RR tracks there were two 'businesses' in one building
One sold cigarettes and other shit I think, the other was a liquor store
Everything - except the Brass Monkey - was behind bulletproof glass
@ 1500 when the guys off work, minimum 3 crack dealers in the parking lot
We'd come home, get high, watch that shit - then go watch Jerry Springer
By sunset, it was deserted

None of the crackheads or their associates ever fucked with us
It was very much a live/let live kinda thing - wasn't too bad overall

 

I grew up in Los Angeles, so.... no tannerite. even fireworks were illegal. My local gun store here in southeast Kentucky sells tannerite

 

My Dad had this little thing he did once in a while. He had an acetylene welding rig. He would take a balloon, put it over the end of the welding torch and fill it with acetylene gas, probably a little oxygen, too. Then lift the lid of his truck (1965 Ford 1 ton, so the hood, and entire truck, was made of heavy ass steel), remove a spark plug from the engine, and then take the aforementioned balloon, and pop the spark plug into the end of the balloon then use duct tape to seal it. Keep the spark plug connected to the plug wire from the engine, use a strand of bailing wire to suspend the spark plug/balloon from the hood of the truck, then go crank the engine. Just blip the starter, not actually start the engine. Just enough to send a spark into that acetylene filled balloon. It didn't make much of a sound, mostly a "Thump!" type sound, but it did make a glorious fireball

 

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I need coffee

 

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