Drug Dealer

OK, so it's been awhile since I've had such a long talk with a dealer. I'm still not sure what I think about this one.

I'm sitting at one of Seattle's finest 2nd class dives talking to a homeless friend. A young woman (OK she fessed to being 40) greeted my friend, and bummed some tobacco, and stood talking to us both.

"I only sell marijuana," she said. Well, she was drinking an Olde English 800 Malt Liquor (about double the alcohol of a typical strong beer) so maybe she has other interests?

Wonder what her life is like? She sleeps in her car except when she swaps bud for a couch with a "friend." She has lived for a year on the street.

Why just marijuana? "I saw cocaine and heroine when I was 10; I saw what it did to people and how evil it made them."

She pauses to greet two customers. Or maybe it was her suppliers.

After Brother Dave & I left the bar, he told me the bar employee was still using horse.

About 1:30 in the morning I wondered if she was the young woman (same name) who came to my church in the late 1970's (about the right age), located on Capitol Hill (the neighborhood she identified as her childhood place). Add thirty years and 50 pounds. Could it be?