This was it. The last moment of seeing my plug… i didn’t know at the time it was the last. I remember I was super annoyed with him, because we’d been at that house way too long. He didn’t even realize he was being lured into a setup.
He had my shit, my most important things, in his truck, and on a trailer he had hooked up to his truck…. my car was packed to the brim. And I had two of my three petrified cats in tote.
It was so motherfucking hot that day in dead summer, mountain town. We had spent early afternoon repacking his truck and the trailer, in blazing sun rays. Catherine needs to hurry up with my plug’s cash so we can get the fuck outta here.
“One more sale?! That’s $300 of MY money she’s got!”, he said.
“But, King, you haven’t eaten in… I can’t even remember, please let me feed you first! That’s a 45 minute drive! Can’t the bitch just Uber here?! Like damn that’s ridiculous. No one in the parking lot to give her a jump?!” I did raise my voice. The hot sweat on my forehead was fucking annoying.
“Here, write this down, go to McDonald’s,” he says in a scruff, his phone wedged in between his oily golden waves, shoulder with 3 day-worn shirt, and his ear which… No.
And with that, he unlocked the trailer of my stuff from his truck. Threw out the biggest things in backseats of truck and jumped in driver’s seat. Lil’ Buddy climbed in the cabin, too. He wanted to be Catherine’s hero.
“I gotta go now, I will eat when I come back I promise. It’ll be real quick. Don’t worry.”

Then he left.

Everyone was gone.

But this was the list of items I had to get at the McDonald’s.