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The Get Back| 4

My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing on my night stand . I quickly answered it on the second ring.

"Yo..?"

"Yo wassup son," I heard a raspy voice say on the other end of the phone.

"Waddup Quan, ain't shit nigga"

"What you Fucking with today B? I'm bout to slide through there... that's cool?"

This was perfect timing. I could put Quan on to this crack Shit and we could start getting on this money train. It's time to get paid forreal man.

"Nah yo, come through I'm here but bring a roll up when you coming"

" ight son, I'll be through there"

"Ight one "

" One"

Click !

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Later that night...

Shit is whack, I thought to myself as I leaned on the gate in front of my building. I've been standing out here with Quan, still not having a customer.

I tell him to kick off your shoes and relax your feet Party on down to the XS-CAPE beat

Just kick it, just kick it Just kick it, just kick it I tell him to kick off your shoes and relax your feet

Party on down to the XS-CAPE beat Just kick it, just kick it Just kick it, just kick it

It was a noisy summer night in the hood, the sun has now set, being replaced by the street lights and the sounds of people blasting music from their apartments, girls walking past in daisy dukes shorts and some guys trying to run down on them.

"Hey Cas, Hey Quan", some girls flirted as they walked by, with their thick thighs and round asses swaying passed us as they walked to the next block.

I head nodded in their direction while Quan smirked and head nodded towards them, causing them to giggle a little bit. Quan turned his attention to me, pulling a white owl out his pocket, tearing the wrapper off.

"Yo, Cas man what the fuck son, we been standing out here like an hour and niggas is still broke" Quan say, with his raspy voice.

"Man, I don't know, I told Tee that this shit won't gonna work man" I replied, looking at my green pager then placing it back on my hip.

I feel the same way I did when I sold weed; standing outside all day just to make at least 100 bucks. Now, here I am with crack in my pocket and aint got shit. shit is fucked up.

I felt my pager vibrate as I took it off my hip and look down at an unfamiliar number popped up, followed by my cell phone ringing. I flipped it open and answered;

"Yo, who this?"

I heard some sniffling before the person on the other end began to speak;

"Yeah...this cas?"

I squinted my eyes in suspicion;

"Yeah, who this though"

"Tone sent me man, I need three of those...you got me?"

I froze for a brief minute, nodding as if dude on the other end could see me. Quan dumped out the tobacco that was inside of the blunt wrapper on to the ground, staring at me as I continued with the conversation.

"...Yeah, pull up near Columbus"

"You in Douglass houses right, I'll be there"

"Ight one".

I flipped the phone closed and shoved it back down in my pocket;

"Who was that nigga?" Quan asked he leaned on the gate, displaying a smile with his chip tooth showing.

"Some nigga, Tony sent him and he bout to pull", I say as I smiled a little rubbing my hands together.

"Oh word...aight nigga" Quan smiled and pulled out a dime back of bud and started rolling up.

He a brave nigga to be standing out in the open, rolling up like we aint two black niggas in the hood who "looking for trouble' according to these punk NYPD.

I put my hands in my jeans pockets and crossed my right foot over the left one as I leaned on the metal black gate I couldn't wait to get my hands on some money. It may not be as much as I want it to be but it's a start. I aint got shit else to look forward to during the week so fuck it, get money by any means.

Quan popped my shoulder and head nodded as I watched a guy with a big white T-shirt that was two sizes too big for him that it swallowed his frail frame, long dingy distressed jean shorts with an old pair of black Nikes walked up to me.

I eyed him up and down as he stopped and stared at me with wide eyes as if he seen a ghost.

'Yo, you cas right...I called bout 3 man", the fiend said as he shuffled his feet and diverted his eyes back and forth between me and Quan.

I looked at Quan, who shrugged his shoulders while he licked the blunt paper. I motioned for the fiend to follow me into the building that was behind us. I unlocked the hard, steel metal door with my lobby key, causing the bell to gain access to go off.

We both stepped inside of the cool hallway, there was chip bags, some cigarette boxes on the floor. The lobby light was dimly lit and flickered a little as I dug down in my pocket and pulled out three clear vials with red tops.

"Three" I said as I held the vials in my hand, eyeing the fiend up and down.

I watched the fiend smile, a big smile with yellow stained teeth and his front tooth missing. He reached down quickly into his pocket and uncrumpled three ten dollar bills, then handing it to me.

"Here man...Thanks", he sniffled and licked his dry lips while putting the vials into his pocket.

"Yeah...get outta here man", I say as I pressed the button to unlock the lobby door, stepping back outside into the night.

The fiend walked off in the opposite direction as I walked towards Quan who was now sitting in front the building, smoking his blunt. I smirked as I sat next to him and showed him the three ten dollar bills.

"We stood outside for an hour for thirty dollars...Man nah" Quan shook his head as he passed me the blunt.

I inhaled the smoke, letting it out through my nose and spitting onto the grey concrete below my feet.

"Nigga..." I coughed and patted my chest while catching my breath. "Thirty fucking dollars more than what we had".

"You right, but check it you gotta sell all that shit by the end of the week right, that same nigga gonna keep coming back or Tone gonna...you know"

"I don't know, but what I do know I'm ready to get this paper" I smiled and looked at the little girl who rode by on her pink scooter while a handful of other kids ran after her, down the hill.

I looked at the crumbled up 30 dollars before I placed it in my pocket. My first sale, I thought to myself. not my first sale in general, but my first sale in crack. I still got some more weight to move and by the end of the week I should have 460 dollars when I visit Tony.

All I know is, if this shit move right I can make the moves I wanna make, buy the things I wanna buy and live how I wanna live. Until then, I'm going by these mottos;

Hustle by any means and Fuck Bitches Get money.

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