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Morningside Heights, NY

Tony crib

We pulled up to Tony crib. He has a small private home not too far from Amsterdam Ave. He parallel parked, cutting the ignition off as he stepped out the car. I followed suit as he dapped a couple of people that lingered around on the corners. He was well known, especially on this side of Harlem.

I followed him up the steps as he unlocked his house door. Once stepping inside, I admired the pine hardwood floors in his crib, a black sectional couch with a coffee table and a big screen TV. The Sega Genesis sat in the entertainment section alongside his VCR and a small collection of Rap albums, Kurtis Blow, KRS-ONE, Rakim and Eric.B is just a few to name.

I looked and seen a huge portrait of him and his daughter, Cali dream hanging on the wall. Tony daughter is also my goddaughter. I never understood why he named her California Dream, especially since he never been to Cali.

"Damn nigga, this is nice and how lil mama been?".

I looked around before taking a seat on the love seat. I brushed my basketball shorts off, turning my attention to Tony who was in his fridge, taking out two 40oz.

Tony closed the fridge and walked over toward me, handing me the bottle and plopping down on the seat across from me.

"Yea man thanks...  and she ight she be asking bout you nigga go see her"

"Nah man every time I go over there your BM be tryna throw me the ass", I shook my head in disgust causing Tony to let out a heartfelt laugh.

"I ask my self all the time why I fucked with that bitch," Tony shrugged his shoulders.

I watched him take a swig as I took one as well.

"But back to why I bought you here"

"Yeah, what is it? It must be some real shit if you drove all the way over here to say something.

"I sell drugs man, that's it"

I eyeballed him up and down making a "Yeah nigga I know that" face.

"No shit bro, but what type of work you pushing?

Tony chuckled and leaned back in the seat, resting his right arm on the arm as he sipped out his bottle.

"I push real work nigga, not that nickel and dime shit you and Quan was fucking with"

I raised a brow, "Crack?"

Tony didn't respond. He just took another gulp, standing up and staring at me. He cracked a smile.

"You tryna make money nigga? If you serious I'll put you on since you my mans and all"

"Hell, yeah I'm trying to make bread, fuck you talking about" I chuckled in between my words.

"Hold on"

Tony placed the bottle down on the table and walked up the hallway. I mean how could I not wanna make bread, look at this nigga crib. I mean it's not my dream crib but it's a start. I'll take this instead of piss in the hallways anyway.

This shit is blessing him and its time I get the same treatment. My thoughts quickly stopped when I see Tony return with a block inside of a zip-lock bag, some vial tubes and a razor.

He sat down across from me and put the items on the table. My eyes scanned the table as I realized what I was facing, real crack cocaine. Tony pulled the block out and his eyes met mine.