"I heard you sell weed?" Asked this middle aged guy with a buzz cut and a cap on sideways. His jeans are low but he thinks his northface coat is going to tell me he's chill or something.
"Never." I reply, sitting on the corner of the street eating a sandwich around one of the gangs main selling spots in the neighborhood. This motherfucker a cop.
"Yeah right. I know you got some. Or even something else." He keeps yapping and I roll my eyes, turning on my snooty 'do you know who my dad is' voice.
"Hey man. You oughta be nice to me, I'm eating my lunch. I don't see why you gotta bother me on such a day." I wave him off.
After another minute of being annoying, he finally leaves and another older man walks up to me, in similar attire except he has a skully on instead of a cap. He's darker skinned then the previous but the timing is too convenient with the way he was eyeing the other guy.
"You se-"
"Nah." I stand up and toss my trash before heading to the train entrance without a second look.
Even with weed being decriminalized here now, I could still get problems for selling and/or holding a large amount of weed with the intent to sell. I'm just not taking any chances with nothing. My record is clean and I'm keeping it that way.
When I get back to the trap house, I come across Tariq being loud-mouthed again. Not about me or anything, he's just loud in general and cocky for nothing.
I dap up Rocko who's reading a book and smoking on the couch in the living room area and sit down. Tariq starts mugging me from the other side of the room, on his phone.
"Hm? Nah I'm listening. Just looking at this gay ass motherfucker." He mouths into the device. I just roll my eyes and ignore him. Just like yo girl was... but I keep it to myself. Always something with this guy.
He's just always got beef with me over nothing. I don't even talk to him, he's annoying no matter what. But I do know that he doesn't just keep talking shit to people- he's only got my name in his mouth when I'm right in front of him. He would hate to tell anyone he hates me cause I slept with his girl. I chuckle to myself.
Trace pulls up at some point, with two dudes I've never seen. The three of them are giggling and bumping into each other. The dude I've seen a lot the last few months since spring is sporting more acne than before, with less weight on his bones and teeth a little darker than before. That's new since last month...
"Shhhh-" he nudges the two friends of his that are giggling. "What's uppp?" He asks me, a little sweat on his brow and a big smile on his face.
"Nothing much. What's up with you Trace? I don't even wanna know what they got you on.." I mumble, watching them all keep bumping into each other and laughing like something funny going on.
"Let me get some of that stuff from the last time." he nods as he says.
"You got money for it?"
"Sureeee," he replies, nodding his head. I give him a second to dig in his pocket with the others, them all scraping for change on top of it. "There." He hands me the crumpled bills.
After counting, I give him some of the rocks he bought with someone else a few weeks ago. I was only there, I wasn't the one who sold it to him though.
"Hey this isn't the same amount?" he asks with his face all scrunched up at the bag.
"You didn't pay the same." I reply, leaning back but he starts getting aggressive.
"Where's the rest?!" He gets loud and gets a few turned heads. I raise my eyebrow and don't even bother with a response.
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RomanceShawnee has been saving money since she was a teen with the hopes of getting custody of her little sister. Biggest issue: her main source of income is dealing and running errands for a gang she's been in since high school. She wants to get out and g...
