‘Do you have it?’
Palm Springs is a nice town. Really, it is.
In fact, I've only had two sketchy experiences in all my walking around town at all hours of the night.
One was surely more than a year ago, on a late-night walk to Spa Resort Casino for some delicious Asian food at the Noodle Bar. I walked past some guy standing in the entryway to the Town & Country Center (after Zeldaz had moved out, as I recall) who grabbed his crotch and semi-crudely asked if I wanted to give him a BJ. I declined without skipping a step, and he pleaded a bit more, but soon I was out of earshot. Total sketch, right? But also total anomaly.
Tonight marked the second entry in this series, though.
I was just on my way home from accompanying Stacy to her apartment complex from mine, and thank goodness I did.
For on the way home, while strolling down Arenas (which, for the uninitiated, is the gayborhood in Palm Springs) I was approached by this guy who asked, "Do you have it?"
Instead of busting out my best sassy-black-woman-style "Mmmm-hmm!" and tracing my body, I smartly said something like, "Um, I don't think so."
But this guy followed me all the way from just past Encilia to Indian Canyon, telling me that he just wanted 60, not a big buy, just a little bit... and that he knew me, he knew I had it, he knew I had worked with so-and-so and so-and-so-else before. All the while, I kept trying to tell him that he had the wrong guy, but he was convinced that I was his drug dealer.
"What do you even want?" I finally asked. "Because I'm pretty sure I don't have it."
"Tina," came the reply. Seeing as how I couldn't even remember what that was slang for (meth), I assured him that I had none.
But he was so sure that he had seen me a million times, blah blah blah.
"So what's my name?" I asked, hoping this drug dealer didn't also happen to be named Brian.
"I don't know because I always go through..." Fuck.
Finally, after turning him down a half-million times, he exasperatedly asked, "So you've never done drugs, or what?"
"Dude, I haven't even smoked weed." True story.
And with that he backed off as I walked on to cross Indian, saying something about how I was uncannily just as good-looking as this drug dealer, which I just took as a compliment.