Some moments in this thing called life
August 25, 2022
I was walking alone on a sidewalk in downtown Olympia one evening a couple of weeks ago when a man who looked to be in his 20s approached me. He asked whether I had any “white.”
“Huh?” I said.
“White,” he said.
“White? What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s, you know, white.”
“Oh. White,” I said, patting my pants pockets. “I don’t have any white.”
I called a friend whose job requires spending a lot of time around criminals and he said “white” probably refers to heroin.
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