Guns and Roses.

Chapter One

The mid-summer breeze blew in as Major rolled down his window to a potential buyer. The Caucasian, poorly dressed man, seemingly in his mid-forties stood on the other side of the car door.

Major looked in his eyes deeply, he could always tell a dope fiend when he saw one.

"What you need, man?" Major said slightly irritated from the the man's ripe smell.

"Two rocks...uh uh no. Three. Three rocks please. There not for me uh-" the man started but was cut off when Major held up his hand.

"Look , I don't give a fuck who it's for. If you want three that'll cost you 45, homie" Major said bluntly. The man sucked his teeth, and threw his hands up.

"45? Man..!! That's too much, man. Jay'll sell me 3 rocks for 20, come on man." the crack head whined.

Jay was another local drug dealer, but he was no threat to Rocky's business. Jay's shit....well, it wasn't shit! So,Major wasn't worried about losing customers.

"Look here bruh, my shit is legit as fuck. If you want that wack ass shit from Jay then get the fuck out my face." Major said and attempted to roll his window back up, until the man stopped him, threw his hands up and proceeded to pass Major two 20's and a 5-dollar bill.

Major passed him a super small ziplock bag, and with that the driver sped off almost running over the man's foot.

You can never be too careful in these streets. You never know who's watching.

Major looked over at his partner, Rocky. "You goin home, B?" Rocky said. Major nodded, and about 30 minutes later they were pulling into Major's hilled driveway.

"Thanks man" Major said and then shook hands and snapped. And he headed towards his house.

Before Major even got to the steps his phone was vibrating from an incoming call.

"Yo!" He practically yelled through the phone's mic.

"Hey daddy," a woman's voice purred through the speakers. Major took the phone from his ear and looked at the screen. He couldn't recognize the number.

"Aye, who the fuck is this ?" He said annoyed. As he was taking the keys from his pocket.

The woman on the other end smacked her lips. "It's me nigga! Tanya?!" She snapped. "You was supposed to come over to my house tonight remember?"

"Aye, hold that shit down, shawty. I'll be over there when I get there." And with that he hung the phone up.

"What's good bro?" Jake shouted as Major walked through the door. They shook hands and snapped, as they always did when they saw one another.

Major noticed a box on the living room table. "What's that?" he said and walked towards the box.

"Uh..hmm nothing" Jake stumbled, flashing a cheesy ass grin.

"Cut the bullshit" Major said and shoved his brother out of the way. He flipped the top off the box and revealed about four blue, transparent plastic bags full of weed. "What the fuck, Jake?!" Major boomed at his younger brother.

Jake stood frozen; afraid to move or even breathe for that matter. Jake already knew from experience, when his brother was pissed, especially at him, it was best to just be quiet and listen.

"What I told you about this shit? You sellin now, lil bro?" Major's nostrils flared as he spoke in a low voice. In audible at the moment, Jake only shook his head. "So you smoking it?" Major crossed his arms. Jake looked at the ground and nodded his head.