Comfortable Chaos

Chapter 5

Andre

Do you have any other drops you want me to do?

The weatherman wasn't joking. It's crazy cold out here tonight. These 40s feel like the 30s. That's okay. I shouldn't be out here for long. The main thing is that I get what I need and get out. I walk into the Piggly Wiggly like any other customer. I look around to see if I spot Chris down one of the aisles. Fuck this. I don't have time to play hide and seek. I pull out my phone hoping he has it on.

I text him that I'm here. Luckily, he responds telling me to come meet him in the back. Perfect. This shouldn't take long at all. I walk back out the door and around the building. I'm just in time to meet Chris, a tall, lanky dude. We shake hands.

"Sup, man? How you livin?" Chris greets me.

"Good. Always."

We walk a little further from the building.

"I hear you. Can't wait to get out of this hole myself."

"Yeah? You leavin town?" I asked. Now let me say. I really don't care if he's leaving town or staying here. At this point, I'm making friendly chitchat. You know when a person walks through the door of your store and you greet them and ask about their day? That's basically what I'm doing. He could tell me that he's planning to take a rocket to the moon for all I care, as long as he pays me right, I'll wish him happy travels.

"I might. Thinking about moving to Texas for a truck driving job. There's a training coming soon. I'mma try to make it." Chris walks with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.

"Sounds like a plan. Aint much here," I added.

"You got that right."

We laugh, until we reach a nearby tree.

"How much did you bring me?" Chris asked.

"Quarter."

Chris nods. "That'll work." He pulls $110.00 out of his jacket pocket.

I pull the weed out of my pocket and we shake hands, exchanging the money for the quarter.

I wish him well in Texas and go on my merry little way. This in no way is enough for me. Sammy knows this but I think he does this on purpose. He doesn't really want to put me in on his operation so he'll give me a drop every now and then. I don't know if it's jealousy or what. I guess it doesn't matter. I can't push weed for the rest of my life anyway.