Psssst.... said the dealer as you walked by

pssst! he whispered, want some lit? tune? play? c'mere. yeh, c'mere. behind the dumpster. he had on a black t-shirt in honor of some poet, another freedom it said, and you wondered had you made a wrong turn back a street or two. cool, man, cool. dig this, man, the undermain theater every night, thus-sun, aug. 10-13 and 17-20. all the cats will be there. it's in the basement, so trouble unlikely. it'some heavy dope, man, fo'real. the wordspace texas unbound festival, he said so fast it was one word, glancing around for NSA agents, that sh*t will change your world. what? no, mthrf*ckr, i ain't got no weed/meth/crack, what do i look like to you? festival starts tomorrow night, be cool, be hip, be beat, be there. and with that, the arts dealer slipped off down the alley.