From: pez@manhattan.com (Gizmo)
Subject: The Adventures Of Smacks Past (Part 13) Never Throw Away The Keys
Date: 1996/09/20
newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard

In 1969/70 I did a brief stint at a college in upper Westchester
County.  I guess the joke is that I was studying chemistry.  The
reality was that I was "studying" chemistry in my own body.

So I started attenting class in September but I was so strung out at
the time that I couldn't absorb much of the school curriculum.  Every
day during lunch I would be in the bathroom shooting up.  Or I would
be driving down the South Bronx to cop.

One day, not having any money, I looked around for a way to get some.
Standing in the dining room, I noticed a purse left unattended.  I
quickly snatched it up and split.  Heading into the bathroom, I opened
it, only to find a couple of dollars, ID, keys etc.  I was pissed and
very sick.  Well, something told me to keep the keys and the address.
I left and probably found a way to get money later but I can't
remember how.

A number of months later, after having dropped out of school, I
remembered the keys I kept.  It was another one of those dope sick
days, and I was desperate to get high.  I opened my drawer, took out
the keys and the address.  The address was only about five miles from
where I lived.  So I got into my car and headed in that direction.

When I got there, I parked the car and walked up to the house.  I was
going to do my usual thing of knocking on the door as though I was
looking for someone and see if the place was empty before seeing if
the door was unlocked.  Well, I knocked and no one was home.  Shaking
a bit, I pulled out the key I saved, and was about the try to door,
when to my surprise I noticed it WAS UNLOCKED ANYWAY!

Making my way inside I started looking for money.  That's all I
usually ever took.  Didn't want any jewelry or TV's etc.  Just cash.
In those days, as perhaps now also, the cash could usually be found in
the kitchen or the master bedroom.  Not finding any in the kitchen I
headed for the upper floor bedrooms.  I went into this one room and on
the floor was a bench and a set of exercise weights.  I looked at the
weight on the bar.  It looked like over 300lbs!  I thought, shit if
this guy comes home I'm toast.  I quickly started looking in the
dresser drawers.  To my great delight I found over $350 in cash.
Score!

I quckly hauled ass out of that house.  Thank god no one came home.

Copyright Gizmo 1996

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