Thugs With Tendencies MxM (Staten Krown)

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Mike "Meech" Buchanan

My world consisted of 5 blocks. I live in the southside of Chicago. People call it Chiraq. It's all about shooting down "the opps" and getting your "clout". Most of the cats I grew up with are dead now. Ain't no thing though. Crack addicts were on the corner, playing with kids and shit. These were my 5 blocks and you couldn't go 1 block without hearing a gunshot or seeing a needle on the sidewalk. People get robbed everyday. Here comes the Opps. It's usually the Bakersfield boys. You know what that means. Bang Bang. People get shot everyday. It don't phase us. Sex, violence and drugs.

My block consisted of drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. The drug game is the center of these streets.

When you sell drugs that means you "slang" and right now I'm getting ready to do just that.

I get a knock on the door.

I think it's my cousin Yusef. He's went out out to the grocery store talking about he wanted to steal some chips. He should be back soon so I run go the door and open it. I'm shocked to see a white boy standing there.

He's probably the best looking white boy I've ever seen in my life. I haven't seen a lot except when I go to downtown Chicago. They don't look like this guy though. This guy has the flipped up hair and tan skin. His hair is blonde. His eyes are gray. His lips are decently thick. He looks like the love child of Zac Efron and Brad Pitt. This guy is definitely lost. People like him don't come to my side of town usually. No. I was wrong. They definitely NEVER came to my side of town.

"Yusef?" he asks.

"Who wants to know?" I ask.

I wonder if he's a debt collector. This kid has on a polo and some slacks. I look down on his shoes. They are extra nice. Was this guy itching to get robbed out here or something?

"Someone told me that you sell," he states, "If you not Yusef though. That's fine. I'll find someone else. Not a big thing."

I study him. My cousin Yusef was the local weedman. Well he had connects to the real drug guys. I helped him out from time to time. The fact that this guy came all the way out here for some weed definitely blew my mind. I take a look at him up and down. I'm a little confused.

"You a fuckin' cop, motherfucker?" I ask him.

"No..."

"Because you look like a fucking cop," I respond.

He shakes his head and raises his hands, "Honestly. I'm not one. Swear to god. Just heard you sell some good reefer."

Reefer? I could almost laugh. If this guy was an undercover cop he would be less awkward than to walk up to my door and ask for reefer. I can tell he's a little nervous as well. Maybe that's why I let him in the house. I open the door and let him walk in.

"Take a seat. How much do you want?" I ask him.

I'm not Yusef but he doesn't need to know that. For all he knows I am the weedman. Besides, Yusef was taking extra long at the store. Knowing his dumbass he probably got arrested. The dumbass couldn't even steal right.

"20 dollars worth."

I look over at the white boy. I was always downlow. I'd had sex with a lot of guys around my block but none of them were like this guy. There was something about him. He sits at the edge of the couch. He's nervous. I can tell. He is tapping his foot as he watches me disappear into the backroom. When I come back with the weed he is frantically looking around. He licks his lips. I can't help but to look at him when he does it.

He is muscular too, bigger than I remember him being.

Then I see the the dick print in his slacks.