Music's Escape

Music's Escape Ch. 11

I had sold the 8 oz in 5 days, and Raul was impressed.

"You are getting better at this." He said when i handed him the amount. He gave me a little less than half of the money. It was $100. I was still down by $20, enough to get my bracelet back hopefully. He handed me a pound of weed. I was shocked. Only the good dealers got a pound at a time. Raul read my expression and said "a gift." I walked out. Usually "a gift" meant you owe someone, but not with Raul. A gift was a gift.

I hadn't gotten high in 2 weeks, and i felt today was the day. I took an oz and wrapped it up and puffed. I took the $25 and put it into a small bag, the ones i keep for my sales. I laid back and enjoyed. Then i heard knocking at my door.

I didn't want to waste the bunt so i quickly put it into an ash tray. It was a man in a uniform of some business.

"Ally Hansen?" He asked. My teeth grinded. I hated my last name. I forced a yes, and he cleared his throat.

"Your rent is past overdue. U have 1 week to pay the full amount or you will be evicted." He acted so formal, though his outfit said otherwise. I took the slip and slammed my door closed. I put it in my desk and grabbed the bunt. The room grew smokey, so i opened the back window. There was another knock at my door, and i groaned. "Cant i have peace?" I called. I moved to the door like a sloth, with the bunt back in the ash tray. It was Tanner. I started to close the door when he put his foot at the crease.

"Id like some weed please."

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. I slammed the door. "U cant just say that so loudly!" I yelled.

"What do i call it then?"

"Slam Bam wickedy Damn" i said sarcastically.

"Im serious." He said.

He saw the ash tray and looked back at me.

"How much." I blurted out.

"2 oz please." He said and flittered his eyelashes. They were long for a boy. His musty dirty blonde hair covered them at times because his hat pushed the bangs down. His gold chain around his neck shined, and i ducked.

"What?" He asked.

"Sorry, reflex." I said. I handed him the weed and he gave me $50.

"Now leave." I demanded. I saw my bunt had ashed out, and i sighed.

"I got two for us." He said.