Snow in the Snow

My friend Dino Bravo and I were on our way home from a night of heavy boozing.  We had picked up a $20 of some cocaine from some tool named Ryan- a crack head with a Magnum PI mustache who thought he was Pablo Escobar- even though he was merely a runner of shitty blow and didn’t even make any money off the deal.  He just did it because he wanted you to think he was a big shot, so you would respect him and like him.  He was obviously picked on in school.  We also had some pot on us that night.  We were dabbling in a little bit of everything that night. 

When we get to my house, I ask Dino Bravo for the shit.  He searches in his pockets; pulls out his wallet, a pack of cigarettes a few condoms and some other random shit.  What he doesn't pull out is our drugs- the white or the green stuff.  Confused, he starts madly fumbling around looking for the baggy.  I get pissed;  I know this means he dropped it somewhere.  It is the middle of winter, and there is 2 feet of snow in the driveway.  Dino gives up on his pockets and tells me he doesn’t have it.  I search my pockets, thinking maybe he had given it to me and I forgot about it. 

After finding nothing on my person, I open my car door and start looking for the little baggy.  My main concern is the white, as that was more expensive.  I tear my car apart; I even look in weird places like the trunk and the ashtray underneath the console; nothing was found.  It’s dark out and we can’t see too well, so  I run inside my parents’ house to grab a flashlight.  When I come back out, Dino is digging around in my car frantically.  We were both craving, as the more you think about something you lost- the more you want it.  Dino grabs the flashlight and plunges into the car again; reminiscent of some treasure hunter within eye sight of his sought after treasure.  We must have been out there 20 minutes in the freezing cold looking for the bags. 

I finally decide to call of the hunt.  I couldn't feel my fingers anyway, so its not like we could break up the blow or hold the bowl even if we did find it.  Dino refuses to give up, though.  He holds his ground.  Five minutes later I'm out in the driveway, just watching him look.  He finally gives up on the car and crawls out.  He slams the car door and looks at me, defeated.  He puts his head down and starts walking towards me when, suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks.  Dino glares at a pile of fresh snow  off the passenger side of the car.  He makes some weird, incoherent yelp-type noise, then dives on the ground.  Before I know what's going on, he is digging in the pile of snow.  I look as he holds up a small whitish object.  Just as I am about to scream in excitement I realize that what he has is just an old cigarette butt.  My anxiety and depression kick up a level with that heartbreaking letdwon.  I turn away to hide my sadness.  Suddenly, I hear Dino Bravo's hands digging in the snow pile again.  Just as I am about to tell him to cut the shit and admit defeat, he pops up on his knees, holding up a little plastic baggie filled with a fine white powder- He found the blow.  “I found the snow in the snow!” he says. He sure did!  Not only did he find it, but he found it in a pile of freshly fallen snow in my driveway.  Talk about finding a needle in a haystack!  We had our victory.  We went inside and christened the bag immediately.   Never did I think we would actually find that bag. Someone was looking out for us that night.  “Snow in the snow” will forever have a special place in my heart.  The weird part is we never found the weed.  It's probably still floating around underneath the seat of that car.  Whoever owns it now might have a surprise waiting for them one of the times they go looking for change.

To read more about my friend Dino, Click HERE or HERE.  He is quite the character!