I wasn't really selling drugs.
I was caffeinated & decided to go for a walk around the block. Whilst walking I developed a terrible thirst and went to the bar a block down from my apartment. I'm not a frequent flyer but I go there every so often.
They had the football game on at the outside and inside bar, so I couldn't play the juke box and I lost all interest in having a drink. I walked outside and there was a guy chilling on the bench. He asked me for a cig and we started shooting the shit. He asked me if I did coke, I told him no and he said told me I suck.
Now another guy comes out and we all start just chatting. All of a sudden the owner comes out and tells us he doesn't want people peddling drugs in front of his bar and doesn't want to see our faces again.
The funny part is that the owner singled me out as the one selling. That actually made me laugh which didn't put me in his good graces. I tried to explain that I was just passing by but he wasn't having any of it.
I may go in tomorrow to try and smooth things over but that place has steadily gotten lamer and lamer since I've lived in the neighborhood.


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