Posted on July 3, 2009 at 6:30am
The dealer called me at 6:30 P.M.
"I've got extra stash," she said. "If you can be here in fifteen minutes, I'll wait for you."
I threw on my rain jacket, grabbed my purse and ran out the door, forgetting an umbrella in my rush. In fifteen minutes, I was at a dimly lit East Village dive bar. I tried to look casual and unhurried as I wandered past the bar to a back room (where these transactions occur once a month). There I found my dealer in the back room, hunkered over… Continue