Jefferson Ave Cr(ack)onicles PART A Krack Kokaine Kindergarten.

i have seen the devil. i have looked into its eyes and denied its power several times in my life. i used to even deny its existence but now i know its real. i have personally never smoked crack cocaine in my life although i have smoked a few blunts spiked with soft. im not really sure what it is that makes a person try crack cocaine for the first time. i think for many it is something that comes from alienation and depression and it gives them a reason to wake up in the morning sadley enough. others just get sucked in through the party scene and just think it will be alright. the first time i was ever offered crack i turned it down. some of the guys smoking rock that night tried to soothe me telling me "its just crack".thats like fucking a bitch you know has AIDS and saying "ITS JUST AIDS". im pretty sure all of those guys are in or have been in jail and the pen by now. crack is extremely appealing to people in this area because its the purest dose you can get other than shooting it. when you burn it or cook it up you get a 100 percent pure shot of cocaine which is almost impossible to find in this area. most cocaine in northeast tennessee is pure when it gets here but is quickly sold to small time dope peddlers who usually have a habit and bulk it up to maximize profit and take a larger cut for their personal use. if you know the right people in this area you can get pure soft. but usually if youre buying coke youre getting a mixture of a little tiny bit of coke maybe enough to make your throat numb for like 5 minutes a little b12 and alot of meth. a casual partier either doesnt notice or doesnt care cuz they get super fucking sped out and high so fuck it. but a real cokehead knows whats up and eventually a real cokehead gets to know a real crackhead then a crack dealer and then their lives are over because they can finally get that PURE FEELING that theyve been hunting for hurting for losing sleep over.


in late 2005 me and casey moved into an apartment on Jefferson Avenue just at the edge of the highland community in kingsport. highland is notoriously one of the more rough places in kingsport. jefferson avenue actually didnt look all that ghetto. it had all these nice little cookie cutter houses probably built in the seventies. the street loops and on the loop there are about 5 or 6 small apartment complexes with maybe 4 apartments in each building. we lived at 1717 in apartment 4. the apartment complexes are where the cuteness stopped.
the day we got our keys i rounded up some friends to meet me and casey there so we could break it in by getting super fucking blazed in the living room. i think hambone and dody and maybe drew and tgood were there. we were having a pretty chill time till we got a knock on the door. we naturally did that crazy group stoner freakout "do we hide, do we eat the weed, wait chill out see who it is, its cool, no its not, FUUUCK WE'RE FUCKED,flush it!, just see who it is" i went to the door and peeked out through the curtain covering the window and saw a black lady who appeared to be maybe in her mid 40s in a housecoat and an erykah badu sort of head wrap. obviously not a cop. i opened up the door and she asked i for the guy who used to live there. of course i had no clue who she was talking about so i quickly said no and tried to shut the door in her face but FUUUUCK NO. you couldnt just shut the door in ruby's face. especially if it was your first meeting with her. she invited herself into my living room where i realized that she was wearing a huge cast on her right leg. she began talking about how it smelled like "some good shit in here" and wanted to know if anyone wanted to trade some bud for some loratabs. no one was really into painpills then so we all said no. i asked her what was wrong with her leg and she told me that she got attacked by someones pitbull down the street and watch out for so and sos pitbull cuz its a fucking bastard that just randomly attacks and it ought to be shot blah blah blah. after she realized that she couldnt get any drugs, money, or rides from us she eventually went away and then my friends scurried back to their mommies houses in the suburbs.

A couple of nights later me and casey were woken up by psychotic screaming and sounds of domestic assault. our next door neighbor angie and her old man were having a crazy fist fight because she had apparently caught him getting head from Ruby which he paid her for in crack. I think that angie wasnt so mad about the head as the fact that he gave her a crackrock that would have otherwise been hers.anyway, the fight got so bad that some neighbors had to break it up one of which being the crack dealer who lived upstairs. "yall gotta stop this shit, theres kids around here, crazy shit like this is why i left the hood" he said to the raving lunatic heads that he had helped create. I remember being horrified and slightly amused....