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CHAPTER IV

"Excuse me sir, excuse me," the stewardess said, as I began to open my eyes. "My apologies for waking you, but we've landed."

"Oh no problem, you're good," I replied as I wiped my eyes and stretched my body.

Man those weed cookies aren't no joke. If you fuck around and eat too many, your ass could be passed out for half a day. I took a few seconds to get myself together and then I grabbed my carry on luggage from the top compartment above. Finally I made my way out the plane and down the terminal. Then I took the train to baggage claim to scoop up the rest of my luggage. After picking up my luggage, I headed out of Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. I walked around to the car rental spot and picked up a 2015 Lexus IS C drop-top coupe. Finally I'm in ATL shawty, where it's hotter than a ten piece from the local American Deli out this bitch. I put all my luggage in the back seat and hopped in the Lexus. I dropped that mother fuckin' top back, plugged in my AUX cord and blasted my favorite song off Rick Ross's mixtape "Black Dollar" called "Money Powder" as I sped out of the airport and on to the highway.

As I was speeding up I-85 north trying not to get caught in messy ass Atlanta traffic, I was just doing some thinking about my spending habits. Maybe I should calm down on all the designer shit. I mean don't get me wrong, this shit is clean, but I think it's about that time to start saving for a family. But first I'm about to go fuck up some commons with Niniette at Phipps Plaza and Lenox mall.

Before I knew it I was exiting off the highway and onto Lenox road. Then past Peachtree and Stratford road where my five luxurious hotel called the "Mandarin Oriental" was located. I parked the whip out front as the bellhop approached me. He politely greeted me and took all of my luggage to bring to my suite. Then valet came around and did his job. I walked into the lobby and checked into the Premier Terrace Suite, which was an apartment like suite. It had two balconies that had amazing views, one overlooking the chic boutiques of Peachtree and the other overlooking Phipps Plaza. After checking in, I made my way up the elevator and down the hall to my suite where the bellhop was waiting for me. I politely thanked him and tipped him a fifty dollar bill. Personally I like to give great tips to employees of demeaning jobs and seeing the surprise happy looks on there faces.

Soon as I stepped into the suite I immediately called Niniette. Hopefully she doesn't trip, even though I was suppose to have texted her when I landed.

"Hey Dre, wasn't you suppose to been text me?" she asked with a calm tone that surprised me.

"Niniette don't trip, I slick forgot but I'm calling now," I smoothly replied.

"Dre don't give me that smooth talking shit, like I'm one of your tricks!" she expressed. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I'm going to pick you up in a hour to go shopping, be ready."

"Alright I got you," I replied just before we hung up.

Before I went shopping with Niniette I texted one of my plugs in Atlanta. I told him to come through with twenty-eight grams of some great gas. He told me he would be here in forty-five minutes with my order. So to kill time I went and grabbed my chromecast flash drive from my luggage. I plugged into the flat screen and played one of my favorite podcasts on YouTube called "The Brilliant Idiots" with Charlamagne The God and Andrew Schulz. As I was dying laughing from there funny ass podcast when I heard a knock at the door. I got up, looked through the peep hole and saw that it was my plug.