I ain’t got no blow…

I ain’t got no blow...

Her­minio Hurtado-​Resendiz told the offi­cer straight, just like he’d told the woman at Rancho’s bar. “Man,” he said, “You ain’t lis­ten­ing to a word I been say­ing. I ain’t sell­ing no blow… No crack cocaine, amphet­a­mines, ket­a­mine, heroin, mar­i­juana, or methadone. Shit, I’ll even prove it to you.”

That right, huh?” the offi­cer said.

Her­minio gave him that smile, the one that said fuck you. He dug deep into his pock­ets and turned them inside out. “Shit man,” he said. “That ain’t noth­ing… You dig?”

The offi­cer picked up the small plas­tic bag that Her­minio dropped from his pocket.

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Her­minio Hurado-​Resendiz — http://​nwf​dai​lynews​.com

Herminio Hurtado-Resendiz told the officer straight, just like he’d told the woman at Rancho’s bar. “Man,” he said, “You ain’t listening to a word I been saying. I ain’t selling no blow… No crack cocaine, amphetamines, ketamine, heroin, marijuana, or methadone. Shit, I’ll even prove it to you.”

“That right, huh?” the officer said.

Herminio gave him that smile, the one that said fuck you. He dug deep into his pockets and turned them inside out. “Shit man,” he said. “That ain’t nothing… You dig?”

The officer picked up the small plastic bag that Herminio dropped from his pocket.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Herminio Hurado-Resendiz – http://nwfdailynews.com