STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 8: The Lot In Compton

Tamera

Eazy drove us to this lot in Compton and there was a bunch of crack heads and other drug dealers too. Of course I was iffy about jumping in a car with him and riding off, I don't know him that well. Plus my brothers would kill me if they found out I drove off with some stranger, especially so late at night. But if he tried anything I was armed with a Glock 19 and I do know how to use it.

"Oh so I see you brought me here to brag huh?" I asked sarcastically.

"Nah nothing like that," Eazy said. "I have to make some drops and you looked like you needed to get out."

"Well thanks for that."

We got out the car and he went to his trunk. We stood by the hood of his car as we both counted the 22 bags of cocaine. I could tell he did a lot of hustling. I wouldn't have much experience with the dope game. I only sold a bag of weed once and I've been on a few deliveries with my brother Anthony. But still I was trying to keep myself away from that kind of life, especially after my former encounters with some Bloods that hung around my block.

We sat on the hood of his car and soon the crackheads started to approach us. The crackheads would give Eazy or me $20 and one of us would hand them a bag. After a good 15 minutes of slanging we chilled in his car waiting to see if more of them were going to buy. 

It was a disgusting sight to see. Some were already sniffing the stuff up and some others were staring at whatever while rapidly scratching a part of their body. They gave me the creeps just being around them.

"So," I said to break the silence between us, mostly to distract me from the druggies outside. "Is Eazy really on your birth certificate or what?"

"Nah Eazy-E isn't my real name," he said. 

"Then what is it?"

"Eric."

"Eric, nice."

"What about you? I know damn well you mama didn't name you a letter, T."

"She didn't. My name is actually Tamera."

"Tamera. That's pretty."

"Whatever." 

"I'm serious, your mom picked a beautiful name, Tamera."

"Let's not talk about my mom."

"Oh."

I watched him closely as he rolled a blunt. I suddenly had a craving for it. After he lit it he took a puff from it. "Let me take a hit."

He gave me a crazy look. "You sure?"

"Yeah nigga give it here." He handed it to me. I took a big puff out of it then blow the smoke out my mouth. I coughed a little bit before handing over to him.

"Damn girl, how old are you?"

"17."

"Oh..." He sounded a little surprised but I didn't mind it. "Shit I don't know a lot of girls that start out this young."

His comment made me laugh. "Oh no nigga I ain't starting shit. I've been doing this since I was 13."

"Oh forreal? I started at 12."

"And how old are you now?"

"22."

"Exactly. You can't compare yourself to me. I'm 5 years younger than you."

There was a knock on the window and I looked to see a black man with wrinkled looking skin with dark circles under his eyes and the nigga was skinny as fuck.