The Hustle

Intro

*phone buzzes*

Text message from unknown number: Three grams of Buddhist, between 2nd and 4th, end of C hall. Blue shirt with girl.

Okay, now this might look sound weird but if you are like me this is normal, just another Thursday. See on Thursdays we got out of school earlier so all the rich kids wanted to get high before their parents get out of work. So I go to school and after my second period I walk to the end of C hall and I see a guy with a blue shirt holding a girl's hand I go and high five him, slipping 3 grams of the best OG Kush you can find in the whole state of New Mexico. In the other hand I thought he slipped 30 dollars which is the price for the grams (10 dollars a gram) but this bastard only payed me 20. Now money is a serious thing for me, you don't fuck with my cars, my brothers and most impartially my money, at this time I was the last person you wanted to cross. See the moment I realize the money was short I went to the library, pulled out my laptop and find who the number was used from, yeah I was that good. I go through the school data base, Nathan Lohan, Junior and is taking all his classes today, parks at the back parking lot. I texted the guys so we can have a little chat with fucker Lohan for being short.  I met with my little band of misfits after school by this kid's car. Lohan comes up and I am pretty sure that he knows what's going on, yeah he was 6'2 and played basketball but he knew he fucked up big time because all three of us were here, Arman, Jacob and I. He is a basketball player so I wanted to make him suffer a little so I kick him right on the knee cap enough not to break but get it injured. Begging for me not to continue this kid drops 40 bucks, I just took it and walked away.

Yeah I know its fucked up! Yeah it was probably morally wrong but at this moment I was running weed, alcohol, cigarettes, schrooms and pills. Any drugs or things you could not buy because of age I could probably supply it. For some people it was fear for others legit respect but everyone knee you do not cross me, no I wasn't untouchable, no I wasn't a complete asshole I just made  sure my business kept flowing and my brotherhood sticked to each other. A lot of people whispered that I acted like I owned the school and the skatepark, the thing was I FUCKING DID. Arman was a brain when it came to growing weed but did not had much street-knowledge, that's where I came in. I had both, jumped anyone I had to, business is business. Jacob lastly, well he just knew people and always was with us since we started so I was not going to leave him out of this. You met crew and you know how a regular day used to look like, you probably now think that I was an asshole and probably just abused of my power. There was a reason why it was me and my band of misfits because before there was no order like we used to put it. For you to understand everything we will have to go three years back from then; Summer 2012. My life was never the same after this summer.