So this guy contacts us, he's really interested, stranded in another town in a not-so-great situation, needs a room. Cool. He shows up early to the apartment and we're not there (he said he was going to get something engraved), so we head up our street and we see this 25 year old guy sitting on the rear bumper of his black Mercedes and for only a moment I think 'Drug Dealer Who Is Stoned.' We don't shake hands for some reason and I stare at the screws on his giant Dior shades as he first tells me he is a "broker" who "gets freight" for his friend in McKinleyville. He wears a cool polo shirt and huge, baggy pinstriped wool slacks and some kind of mod designer shoes.
"It's a multi-billion dollar business. Err.. A multi-billion dollar industry. Yeah, we ship all over the world. I just can't sleep on my friends couch anymore because of the carpet." He says he is allergic to something in the carpet.
Okay.
I can smell the skunkiest dank sticky weed smell on this guy and I kind of want to ride in his Mercedes, but I guess I just wasn't ready to penetrate the mystery and I take him into the apartment. He is totally comfortable with the room immediately and isn't interested in seeing the bathroom.
Eventually he leaves and we decide he is too shady to live with us. Later that day he calls me three times in a row and I finally pick up. He tells me he will pay any amount I can name and will install high-speed internet for us. I say 'Eh.' Poor guy.
Days later I find out his email address was something like logisticsmanagement@hotmail.com ?? and he said he was a student.
I just want to hang out with this guy and see what the fuck he is all about. I get the impression he's like a lifelong shady dude. He reminded me of the guy in high school who sold me fake acid. He also reminded me of Ali G cos he was really tall and felt unreal.
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