Dexter was following me through downtown this morning. I was walking from the railyard up to the shopping center. He was like a lost puppy.
"Give me some cigarettes," he pleaded.
"You don't even smoke!" I exclaimed.
"I need them for something," he replied.
"You need them to bribe Big S and Ferret," I responded.
Dexter giggled nervously. Just what he was going to bribe them for I have no idea and was afraid to ask. Dexter may be retarded, but he is streetwise. He knows cigarettes are like currency within the gang. It may be something as simple as getting them to buy him some lunch which is often the case.
"I'll give you five," I then said.
Dexter grinned feverishly and set out for the shopping center ahead of me. He was a man on a mission. I found out later it was some $2 bootleg DVDs he was wanting from the flea market in the shopping center. He was hoping to trade the cigarettes for cash. I never found out if he actually got the DVDs.