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The Get Back | 7

December 1993

| Harlem, NYC |

The block was hot, it was the first of the month and the fiends were out and swarming. It was like Christmas in the hood when the first of the month hit.

Everyone gets that check to cash, so you know that means everyone gonna eat. Especially the crack dealers.

As for Quan, Tony, my niggas C.O.C and I, we been causing a buzz all through Harlem that we getting hella money. Yeah, we counting them chips, but a nigga still living with his moms and shit. sneaking bitches in the crib at my age, no bitch checking for you when you doing lame shit like that.

I leaned on the grey, metal side of the payphone waiting to make a sale as Quan and Tony stood next to me.

"Yo, my stash getting low nigga", Quan says as he bent down to tie up his fresh timberland boot.

"Man, cause you gotta buy every fucking new thing that come out", Tony sucked his teeth as he pulled out a stack of money neatly rolled up in two rubber bands.

I shook my head at this nigga. He always gotta be a flashy ass nigga.

"Fuck you, you buy shit too nigga", Quan snickered as he stood up and adjusted the 9mm on his hip.

"Will you two please shut the fuck up", I say as I ran my hand down my face. "Y'all two argue like some bitches why yall always doing that shit?"

"Now Santa's little helper wanna talk that hot boy shit", Tony chuckled as he heads nodded in my direction.

I flared my nostrils as I ignored his comment. The sound of the honking cars in the busy New York streets caught my attention as more fiends started spilling out from every corner like roaches.

It was ShowTime.

I gotta get my bread up since a nigga copped a brand new S500 white Benz. I paid it off in all cash and I must admit, I am feeling myself because selling crack is like taking candy from a baby, fucking a bitch but don't let that bitch fuck you.

"Casual...Casual!"

I looked up and sucked my teeth as I watched her waddle across the street in a brown coat, dingy grey sweats that had rips and tears in the right pants leg. Her hair was stuffed under a purple and white head scarf.

"Awh shit here comes this bitch", I mumbled as looked away quickly and turning my white and navy blue Yankee fitted to the side.

Quan looked and shook his head, "Damn man... here come her begging ass"

"Casual I know you heard me calling you!"

My eyes met her beautiful hazel-greens that had bags under them. honestly, it looks like her bags holding some groceries in them ma fuckas.

I licked my lips before speaking as I rested my hands in the pockets of my black flight jacket.

"Wassup Nae", I said dryly.

"You know wassup..." she smiled, displaying her crooked teeth smile and rubbing her ashy hands together.

I looked down at her belly that was nice, round and ready to pop. Nae is a straight fiend and her being pregnant didn't stop her from sucking dick in the rooftops for crack either. Me and her always argued about me not selling to her.

She gotta be about seven months pregnant, and she smoking crack and whatever else her dirty ass does.

Do I care about this bitch? Nah, but that baby inside of her deserve a chance. I mean, dealers sell to her but I aint gonna be one of them.