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Roman In Ze’ Bottle Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
She told me to call after nine o’clock tonight, leave a message and ask for
Spike, wait for call back at a near by pay phone and they might deliver it to
me if I know the password and tell them that Amber sent me. She also
added that the cost was $150.00 per gram, plus a $15.00 finders fee for
her if I scored and hooked up with her that night for some real partying. I
really didn’t know what to think or say, but the clorox section was by the
freezer, so I thought about the pharmacist, her and the fact that she had
no clue or inclination on what Roman In Ze’ Bottle was because, it’s not a
frozen food item, though it brings attention like her thawed out top.
By now I am going crazy. The lights in the market are killing me, their
playing Michael Bolton music, the professional pill pusher in the back
behind the counter thinks I’m on crack, and this PYT is following me
around making more faces than Elizabeth Arden, thinking and praying
that I want to buy some crack. I backed tracked on my mental state, and
concluded my approach on asking about this stuff was making me look
like I wouldn’t want to be seen. What I needed to do was go to another
store with another plan, but I’m seriously tripping now and don’t trust
myself operating a motorize vehicle or walking outside for that matter.
So I calmly gathered myself as well as I could and walked up to this gay
couple in the fruit section, laughing about what kind of cucumber they
should buy, commercial or organic. While one settled on the condiment
decision, the other seen me coming and grabbed a hold to his partner
tightly and kissed his cheek. I introduced myself to both of them, told
them to stay away from the frozen foods and assured them that I
meant no harm and suggested the egg plant if they really want to get
freaky, while also apologizing for interrupting their shopping
experience. I slowly brought up the subject of what this stuff does and
posed the question about the item I was interested in finding and
purchasing for a gift. While one was contemplating on if he had heard
of Roman In Ze’ Bottle, the other was contemplating on how far he
would like to shove the cucumber his partner had grabbed and the
egg plant I had suggested up my entrance and down my throat. I lost
patients with these two and continued my search throughout the super
market for Roman In Ze’ Bottle.
Well as you can imagine, I’m almost out of gas and will almost settle for
some St. John’s Wort or something, because I need a fix, and I mean
bad. You see, I only had this stuff twice in my life, once in with this woman
and the other in business though it was a little different feeling.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
She told me to call after nine o’clock tonight, leave a message and ask for
Spike, wait for call back at a near by pay phone and they might deliver it to
me if I know the password and tell them that Amber sent me. She also
added that the cost was $150.00 per gram, plus a $15.00 finders fee for
her if I scored and hooked up with her that night for some real partying. I
really didn’t know what to think or say, but the clorox section was by the
freezer, so I thought about the pharmacist, her and the fact that she had
no clue or inclination on what Roman In Ze’ Bottle was because, it’s not a
frozen food item, though it brings attention like her thawed out top.
By now I am going crazy. The lights in the market are killing me, their
playing Michael Bolton music, the professional pill pusher in the back
behind the counter thinks I’m on crack, and this PYT is following me
around making more faces than Elizabeth Arden, thinking and praying
that I want to buy some crack. I backed tracked on my mental state, and
concluded my approach on asking about this stuff was making me look
like I wouldn’t want to be seen. What I needed to do was go to another
store with another plan, but I’m seriously tripping now and don’t trust
myself operating a motorize vehicle or walking outside for that matter.
So I calmly gathered myself as well as I could and walked up to this gay
couple in the fruit section, laughing about what kind of cucumber they
should buy, commercial or organic. While one settled on the condiment
decision, the other seen me coming and grabbed a hold to his partner
tightly and kissed his cheek. I introduced myself to both of them, told
them to stay away from the frozen foods and assured them that I
meant no harm and suggested the egg plant if they really want to get
freaky, while also apologizing for interrupting their shopping
experience. I slowly brought up the subject of what this stuff does and
posed the question about the item I was interested in finding and
purchasing for a gift. While one was contemplating on if he had heard
of Roman In Ze’ Bottle, the other was contemplating on how far he
would like to shove the cucumber his partner had grabbed and the
egg plant I had suggested up my entrance and down my throat. I lost
patients with these two and continued my search throughout the super
market for Roman In Ze’ Bottle.
Well as you can imagine, I’m almost out of gas and will almost settle for
some St. John’s Wort or something, because I need a fix, and I mean
bad. You see, I only had this stuff twice in my life, once in with this woman
and the other in business though it was a little different feeling.