the drug dealer next door
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.08.22
This business of living next to a drug dealer is starting to piss me off. It seems I can't come into my building without some shambling teenager drifting in with me. Thinking back to the other times I've lived near a dealer and the results I've seen (breakins, arson) I'm not impressed.
Why the hell would you set yourself up for such trouble by dealing drugs from your own home?