How much does crack cost? $25

This is an old story at this point, as it happened back when I was working in Connecticut, but I suppose better late than never...

So a little while back, I was commuting to Greenwich, Connecticut every day for work. It was a bit of a pain in the ass. My commute went something like this: Walk a mile to the subway. Take the subway up to Harlem, 125th street. Walk a block to the Metro North commuter railroad station. Take the train for about 45 minutes up to Greenwich. Walk a half a mile to my office. Total round trip commute: About 4 hours and 3 miles walked.

The important part of this story is the one block jaunt through Harlem. I made this walk at 7:30am each morning and around 8pm each night. The crazy thing was that Harlem was a lot worse in the morning.

Occasionally I would stop at the 'carb wagon' located outside the metro north station. This is a mobile cart that sells bagels, donuts, coffee, etc. I stopped to buy a bagel one morning and there was a line of people at the cart. I was 4th in line and the woman in the front seemed to be buying in bulk, so it was taking a while. I amused myself watching the pair of crackheads in front of me. One girl looked like your stereotypical crackhead. She couldn't have looked more like Dave Chappelle's interpretation. Actually, she looked a bit like that character mixed with Flava Flav. So anyway, I was standing there watching them when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another shady looking character walking up holding one of those zipper bank bags. It caught my attention because who walks around Harlem with a bank bag? So anyway, this guy walks right up to the alpha crackhead and says, "I got 3 for $25 for you." She pulled out $25 and he handed her a little bag with three white rocks in it. I was witnessing my first crack deal at 7:30 in the morning on a crowded street. He took her money, she took her crack, and they both walked away. She must have been so excited to have more crack that she forgot that she was waiting in line. The woman in line behind me started freaking out and screaming about how they should be ashamed of themselves for buying drugs out in the open. Not for buying drugs, but for buying drugs out in the open.

I was now 2nd in line (since the crackheads left) and I had my bagel within a few seconds. I turned to head up to the train station and noticed two cops standing not 10 yards from the carb wagon. A lot of good they did...

I did that commute for about a month and I actually witnessed two drugs deals and was offered something for $4, but I had no idea what it was that I was being offered. At this point I don't remember what the guy even said to me, but I googled it and looked it up on urban dictionary, but it wasn't there.

So there you go. That's my crack story...