So heres the skinny

I was sitting on the wall across from the Little Building on the corner of the common talking on the phone and while i was on the phone talking i saw drug deals go down right in front of me. A guy with a timberwolves jersey and a black vest, headphones covering only one ear leaving the other open to conversation, and a wool cap clearly covering what probably was dreadlocks walked around the T stop and sat something on a green wooden box right next to the T stop wall. He stood there for a minute surveying the area and a second later a cracked out cracker came around picked up whatever the black guy sat down and handed him some money. This transaction took place well under 20 seconds. The black dude hung around the area walking back and forth looking for potential buyers. My attention was drawn away from him when to other white kids, grungy looking all tattooed and peirced up walked right in front of me to a group of two black guys and a wanna be Eve look a like bitch who were sitting on the wall behind me. I watched as the one kid said whats up to the black dude who jumped up to meet them. The two kids sat down with the group and they talked and laughed for a minute and not a second longer. The black dude who met them got up and walked to the other black dude just on the other side of the bitch who dropped something in his partners hand who then walked to the kids, sat down, and dropped the goods behind the wall to the grass below where the kids immediatley snatched it up. They gave the guy the money folded twice so it could easily be swapped from hand to hand without drawing much attention. They two different worlds said goodbye to one another and the white kids took off towards china town. As I reverted my attention back to the phone it wasn't 3 minutes before I noticed the two kids walking back towards the black dudes. When they were within talking distance the black girl said what the fuck you two want, trouble, get the fuck outta here. I didnt hear the conversation between the guys but the two kids walked away this time walking back up the common past me again. As they walked by the one kid said thats fucked up. Apparently they learned what many white kids in Boston learn that when you need something so bad you just walk up to a stranger and say can I get one, odds are your gonna get fucked. The dealers around here see white kids and think they got money to blow so instead of being straight they give kids fake grass or flour or even worse a stamp with nothing in it. I havent learned this personally but I've heard enough stories to know.

As I sat watching all this take place, in clear day, in front of families and couples just out enjoying the weather, I thought to myself it would be nice to have something to help waste away the weekend. This thought was only in my head for seconds before I felt sick to my stomach. I've done alot of things, probably more then most, but to think about wanting something so bad that I would risk throwing my money away getting ripped off or arrested made me think twice. The whole idea of even doing drugs suddenly lost its appeal to me. Shady people, shady chemicals, shady places thats all there is in the drug world here in Boston.