Clean Crack Pipe

On the bus on my way home from work Friday evening, a slightly cracked-out looking woman got on and demanded a seat. Someone got up, so she sat in front of me. After a few minutes, she pulled out what looked like a little bundle of copper thread wire, stuck it on the end of a coffee stir stick, and proceeded to light it on fire. As the metallic fumes wafted all around, the woman next to her gave a disturbed look, but as their eyes met she smiled. The cracked out woman continued to do this for some time. Then, out of her pocket she retrieved her crack pipe! She took that little bundle of burnt wire and used it to clean out her crack pipe on the crowded bus. Haha!

After about 10 minutes of cleaning, a couple boarded the bus. Crack lady appeared to know them, and started chatting them up. I got the impression that the couple were possibly former crack heads too and they had been friends from the streets before. Crack lady kept telling the other woman "Damn, you gained hella weight! You got hella big!" Over and over. But in crack land, maybe getting "hella big" is a good thing and this was meant as a compliment. When crack lady found out that the couple was going out to eat at a restaurant she exclaimed "Daaaamn!"
I guess being able to eat at the local chinese food joint showed just how far they had come. Good for them.

Oh, and she also was talking to her friends about someone they all knew who had apparently been killed. Crack lady said "It was an open casket funeral. She looked good. Especially for having been shot in the head". Good lord.