• chaosCruiser@futurology.today
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    I wonder if drug dealers also do this.

    (Henry’s phone rings with a machine gun ringtone. He answers it on speakerphone without a second thought.)

    • Yo, Peter! What’s up, man?
    • Henry, we need to talk about the new shipment of snow.
    • Yeah, what about it?
    • Tom’s got a fresh batch. Just crossed the border this morning. But we need to be careful, last time it was cut with too much crap.
    • Yeah, Tom is such a greedy bastard. What do you say we skip the payment part, and just paint the walls with his brains?
    • I thought you would never ask. I’ll bring the shotgun. See you at the train station at 6.
    • Cool see ya there. Bye.
    • Bye.

    (Henry looks at the bewildered people around him.)

    • What are you all looking at?
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      You jest, but I’ve spent a year+ homeless, often around fentanyl/meth addicts/dealers.

      I’ve heard conversations very similar to this, albeit with more slang, many times, either just on speaker phone, or with the volume turned up so loud without the speakerphone on that you can hear the whole convo anyway…

      I’ve heard this many times, on buses packed with people, at encampments, in shelters, at bus stops on the street, etc.

      They don’t look around bewildered and surprised afterward. They act jubilant, cocksure.

      They don’t give a fuck.

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        Reality is too absurd. You just can’t make satire of it when life is already satire of whatever delusional fantasies I have in my head.