Becoming A D-Boy

Chapter 7

April 2001

"He still ain't came back for that stuff?" Kev asked as me, him and Ty sat in the living room.

"Nall." I replied.

"You looked in it?" Ty asked. I shook my head.

"Man let's look in it. It's been two weeks." Kev stood up and we all followed him to my room. I opened the closet and pulled everything off the duffle bags and Ty and Kev grabbed one each of the bags. I pulled out the last two.

"Open it." Ty said. Both of them were looking at me.

"I don't want to open King stuff man."

"Do it man and stop being a chicken." Kev encouraged me. I sighed and bend down over the bag. I was nervous as fuck. I knew that King would know I opened his bags.

"Ain't nobody seen him for like two weeks man. It ain't nothing to worry about. We got yo back." Ty said. I looked up at him.

"I ain't scared of King." I replied trying to sound as hard as possible. I couldn't let my boys know I was afraid of that nigga but he pulled out a gun right in front of me and banged on niggas. I had a right to be a little scared right? I unzipped the bag and the first thing I smelt was the stink of weed.

"Yyoooo." Kev said wide eyed. Ty just looked shocked. I honestly had never seen this much weed before either even when we were just making runs for King. I unzipped the next bag and saw white bricks.

"I think I know what that is." Ty said.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"I think that's crack."

"Man we need to find out. All this right here is money." Kev said rubbing his hands together.

"Man I'm not fucking with King shit." I zipped both bags back up and pushed them back into the closet. When I turned around Kev and Ty had unzipped the other two. One had more white bricks. The other had money.

"Tre, how much money is this?" Ty asked pulling out stacks of money held together with rubber bands. I picked up a stack and flipped through the money seeing nothing but twenties.

"I on't know."

"Man you straight right now. We got what we need to survive right here." Ty said.

"What if King come back looking for his shit?" I questioned.

"So what? He left it in your house. It's yours."

"Besides we got this is he come fucking with us." Kev said holding up the gun. I thought about everything for a minute. I had to get it how I lived and if this was just handed to me why not get it.

"We just gonna sell the weed. I'm not fucking with that white stuff or King money. If he do come back, I can just pay him back for the weed that I sold." I said to them. They nodded in agreement.

"Aight, I'mma show yall what King thought me about weed." I pulled out the bag with the weed in it and pushed the other two into my closet. If shit got too hard, I would have that shit as back up. Kev, Ty and I sat in my room all night while I showed them how to work the scale and everything that King told me about weed. Some of it I couldn't remember but I did remember how to make dime and nickel bags. I pulled out one of the packs from the duffle bag. I wanted to put it on the scale but it was too big.

"We need some bags so we can break this shit down." I said. I hadn't even opened the bag and I could already smell the shit. It had to be some good.

"Aye, you ever smoked this before?" Ty asked.

"Nall, I been around King while he smoked but he didn't let me try it or nothing." I replied.