Run Over by A Honda in Compton

Early 2006 I was riding the Blue Line Metro Train in So Cal between the Long Beach Transit Mall Station and Compton stop. I was going to cop dope from my favorite dope dealer Bobby at the corner of Alondra and Willowbrook in front of the Happy Fish Market in Compton. The Happy Fish Market was one of the largest open air Black Tar Heroin Markets in Southern California. I am posting this on the internet because it is common knowledge in the world of real dope fiends. 

I remember a sunny warm day in January riding my used white Huffy bike having just exited off the Blue Line and I jumped on the bike. I was deep in the mental obsession and by the way whenever I had a mental obsession that took over my entire life. It was misery. I jumped on my bike, peddled down the ramp, and took the right down Willowbrook Avenue. I distinctly remember taking this route so much that I knew the distance between the number of street lights versus the number of Stop signs, the Compton's Sheriff's Station location, Tom's Burgers, and Bunny's Liquor that was necessary for me to pass through in order to get to the Happy Fish Market. Ah yes fresh Black Tar Heroin! 

When I reached the part of my journey where the Compton's Sheriff Station was at the cross walk all I remember was looking to the left and the right and seeing a rusty old burgundy 1993 Honda Accord to the right. The Obsession had me so bad all I could do is keep peddling because by this time I could already taste the first shot of the day in the back of my throat before I even had the dope in my dirty little hands. 

The last thing I remember is the look on the woman's face behind the steering wheel of the rusty old burgundy 1993 Honda Accord before that piece of deadly tank metal ran me over. Not only did it run me over but the back tire totaled my used white Huffy bike. Not only did it total my bike but the pre junkyard car proceeded to drag me down the street for a half a block with the bike attached between my legs. 

The crazy part of the story is that the rather large black woman who is looking at this stupid white boy dope fiend who is not only white in Compton but I had jumped out in front of her Honda, she ran me over, and it scared her half to death. She's screaming at me and I am really only bleeding on my knees, elbows, and had just hurt my foot a little. I looked her in the eye after she asked me if I was OK and said, " Look at me, How do you think I am!", picked up my now totaled used white Huffy bike and proceeded to walk down the street the final three block to get to my perceived heaven at the Happy Fish Market to cop my dope and quickly shoot it across the street behind the dumpster where Jessie the Mexican lived.... but that is another story for another day! 

Thank God and I do mean THANK GOD for this new way to live because instead of this today after all the things that happened to me I am able to be a productive member of society through the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous and the 12 Steps. So I will definitly keep coming back. 

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