Last night me and my sister went in to Oslo to just hang, she wanted to take me shopping since I broke up whit my boy on Monday and she felt I needed to get out. I said I would as long as I could go just the way I looked. The way I looked was a bit shabby, baggy jeans, my jacket whit a hooded jacket under, whit the hood up of course, and my dreads poking out. On top of that, my eyes were all puffy from crying most of the day. Still I think it was my dreads that created the situation. As we walked out of the main train station we were followed by a women that no doubt about it was on drugs, she looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, then when I looked at her, she looked away, when we stopped for a smoke she came up to me and poked me carefully in the shoulder. I turned to her and asked her what it was she wanted, did she want a cigarette? She told me no, actually she didn’t smoke, she just wondered if I knew were she could score some amphetamines!
My sister thought this was way funny of course, me on the other hand hopes that this was a one time thing and that most people don’t think I know people who sell drugs. Well, I do, but I don’t like that they do, and anyway, the ones I know only sell weed.
Well, under the cut there are two pictures my sister took of me last night, one is a bit blurry. Two years and tree months, and still growing!