A Down Low Situation

Rayquan

I had gotten myself in a strange situation.

I normally kept to myself since I got to FAMU, was able to lay low for some time. I'm a bit awkward on the social side, yet, I still like to be social. Strange, right? For the most part, I went to my classes, did all my work, had my bit of friends where we meet up for lunch, and gamed for the most part (my favorite is the new Mega Man). But, after my few good months of focus, I needed a bit of a break.

Not just a regular break. I needed something that was gonna let me actually chill. Something that was gonna have me slumped in a chair. I needed some weed. I didn't have a plug on campus, but I did know a few people that smoked. A lot of them tried to take a bit more of my money like I didn't Know how all of this worked, so I kept looking around until I found one. It was a guy named Cal, I had never heard of him, but I had gotten his number off of someone in the recreational hall when I went to play some soccer.

"His name is Cal, he likes to lay low, so be patient when he texts you back. He got good stuff," my home boy told me.

I wanna say I shot a text after two or three days, but it was a while until I got paid. A lot of people don't really sell dubs like that anymore, so I asked if I could get one since I'm a first time customer.

Ite, if you like it tap in.

He sent the address, which was in the Heights, surprisingly. It was a block away from my campus dorm, but it was a huuuuge block. About a 15 minute walk. I let him know I would come around when it was dark and I'd give him a heads up.

Bet.

So leisurely. I wonder how this guy is in person. I think I've heard his name before...hmmm...

No matter. As I go through the rest of the day, I stop by the convenience store to pick up some leafs before I get to the dorm. I hope I remember how to do this.
I took a quick shower, and threw on a not so heavy outfit, some shorts and a tank top. Threw on my crocs and grabbed my pack of woods, headed out the door.
Walking through the hall my RA sees me.

"Quan, what's up, my dude. Where you going?"

"Just stepping out. Nothing serious. Caught up on work, so I'm just gonna relax."

"Alright man, quiet hours soon, so be hush on the way in," he winks, walking into his room. I continue my way out the dorm and up the street.

Between terrible lights and terrible drivers, I made it to it the Heights. He lived deep into the apartments, but it was a nice walk. His place stood out however, and it seems he was having a little kickback.

Normally, I did party, but something like this was different. Not too many people I knew, and I was here to buy something, so...shit. And I was here half naked.
Mustering up courage, I shoot the text.

Im outside.

He hit me back fast.

Walk in, come straight back.

Okay...I take deep breath, and open the door. My nose is met with the smell of black and mild cigars and alcohol. Nasty, yet sort of inviting. As I walked through, I got a few stares, some people said they liked my hair. I got a fresh twist to keep my fro handled.

"Wassup homie, who you here for?" a guy asked me as I passed the kitchen area.

"Uh, looking for Cal." He looked me up and down, gave me a strange look.

"Word word. You here to buy?"

"You a narc?" I say, smirking.

"Haha...he down the hall. You can but from me too," he says, cheesing.