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By Root 1425 0

spoons all burnt black and with blood, caked blood in them. I said, "Jesus, what is this?" In case the police should come, you know, I was dead. I had marks and I'd been out of jail only four months. I asked this chick, "Is there anything else around?" "No." "Well, let's get rid of this stuff!" She said, "Ohhhh, it's awright." I said, "No, let's get rid of it!" "Ohhhh. Okay." I said, "Take it in the hall or do something with it. Put it somewhere but get it out of the room." Just then there was a knock at the door. She went to the door. She took off the chain. I said, "Don't open the door! Find out who it is!" But before she could get the chain back on, the door was pushed open, and here was the narcs. And here were Tony and his friend. They'd gotten rousted and gotten busted and been brought back to the pad. The narcs find the outfits; there were three altogether. They look around and they find some dollies, some Dolophines. Then the police come.

They took us all to jail, to Lincoln Heights. Tony has twenty dollars of my money. As we're going through this scene I'm trying to get him to hand me the bread. He's acting like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I couldn't come out and ask him. I didn't want to let them know I had given him money to score with. I wanted him to slip it to me. But he knew what I wanted, and he kept it-played dumb and kept the money.

They booked us on suspicion, marks and outfits and possession with the Dolophine. I'd just gotten out of the federal joint; I had CR, conditional release. Tony and the other guy said, "Well, man, why don't you take ... Why don't you say everything was yours? You're on parole. They're going to send you to jail anyway. Why don't you say everything was yours and we didn't know anything about it?" I said, "Are you kidding?" I said, "You've never been in jail. Why don't you say everything was yours?" They said, "Oh, we can't do that! " And I said, "Oh, man, well, fuck you."

They called their names. They rolled 'em up, and they left, Tony and his friends. I don't know how they cut them loose or why; there's no telling what they must have done to get cut loose. They held me. I had nothing to hide in the little court I was staying at so I gave the key to the police, who went back to my room and searched it. And Didi, when she moved me, had taken some pills of her own and given them to me, put them in my things, and I didn't know it. They were Empirin with codeine. A doctor friend of hers gave them to her on prescription because she had headaches and because she just liked the codeine. They found the pills and dropped the "marks" and filed a possession against me of codeine. And when I heard what it was I couldn't tell them whose they were. All I would have had to do was say they belonged to Didi. They would have got her and she would have explained. But I couldn't do it because that would have been ratting on her.

They moved me to the county jail, and I had no money on the books. Tony had kept the money. Finally Didi came to visit me and I told her, "Man, they've booked me on possession with those pills. Why didn't you tell me you took those pills over to my pad?" She said, "Well, I figured you could use them." I said, "Yeah, I could use them. It was nice of you to give them to me, but I didn't know that they were there. Now all you've got to do is tell them you got 'em on a scrip, right?" It was all legal. But she said that nobody from her family had ever messed with dope and she was afraid to say the pills were hers because her mother would have gotten upset and her stepfather, the businessman, wouldn't have liked it. I said, "But I'll go to prison!" She said, "Well, I just can't help it. I can't do it. I'm afraid I'll get in trouble." And she walked away.

She wouldn't have gotten any time. It would have been a little inconvenient and kind of a drag for her mother to know that her daughter was taking codeine tablets when she had a headache. But I guess that's what I get for using her. You know, I really believe in retribution. I stayed with her, drove her car, took