Apr 22 2009
bag o beans part one
After I gave him the money and he counted it, he nonchalantley tossed me the baggy filled with prized beans.
“Here ya go pal, I full half pound of the finest Limoncillo in the Bay Area,” he said in his dry baritone. “Check out the size of those bad boys, they are practically canoes,” He added.
“Yeah these beans are pretty darn big” I agreed, as I glanced down at the bag, trying to act as casual as the dealer, but really want to just stash my beans safely away, and examine them further inmy nice little lair, away from any prying eyes. I felt the beans through the dirty, saggy, plastic baggy feeling the large canoe shaped beans within. I would not be needing that extra screen on my converted roaster, that was for sure. Curiosity got the better of me and I held them up for a better look, these beans were absolute monsters. Made me wonder if they were grown in a laboratory somewhere, and not some hidden plantatation deep in the Panamanian rain Forest. I had heard that Limoncillo was big, but these were ridiculous.
A cacophony erupted in the dark recesses of the alley, A door slammed, a cat screeched. I panic and and hurriedly shoved the baggy into the crotch of my pants. The cat who screeched flew by and then the dealer broke out into a hearty laugh.
“Hey man, chillax.” He said to me, then started laughing even harder.
“Man, you shoved those nuggets under your own nuggets faster than you can say two can sam.” He slapped his knee. “Don’t worry man, the cops around here got better things to worry about than some measly half pound of beans.”
He was right, Oakland’s dirt epidemic, made my little coffee club small potatoes. Besides, know one around here really took the President’s ban seriously. What the hell were we going to do? Drink Tea?
I Extracted the beans from my pants, shoved them in my satchel, said adios, got on my smartbike and rode off into the night. Back to my lair.
I had people counting on me.
