Me and Coop had been down in the city now for a few days. We had come down here on some drunk mission and stayed for the festivities. Hell it was free blow friday now cant leave yet. We had been sleeping under lower wacker drive and park benches but we didn't do much sleeping. We lost our bus tickets so we were out panhandling and I decided to set myself apart from other beggars by offering compliments for money. This was working pretty well so when traffic slowed we made it to the west side. We found a pack of dime bags full of weed. We were trying to hustle them off when we met this big dude. We asked him for a smoke and he told us to cross the street and ask this other dude. When we did that dude told us to get lost. So on the way back across the street big dude asked if we got one. When he heard dude blew us off he snapped. He walked right up to him a laid him out. Chicagos finest watched the whole thing and laughed. Big dude took his bag and grabbed me and Coop a pack of smokes. He said he would hustle the weed of if we wanted hard. So we got geeked and he told us of a sweet lick boosting. We walked into the store and we grabbed a $100 Starter bag and filled it with power tools. Big dude was gonna block for me. So when we got to the door and I walked out the alarms went off and he stood so no security guards could come. I ran down thru the alleys a few blocks. Then I see Coop walking up with what looks like a cop. But he was waving and giving me the thumbs up symbol. I already stashed the stuff so when he met me he told me it was a bus driver that wanted to buy some of the Murch.Needless to say we sold some to him about $200 worth and walking down the street sold the rest and the bag for another 300. But instead of buying our train tickets we do it on drugs. So we are by the Adams Street and Randolph bridge right in front of the train station panhandling. Coop is passed out on the stairs and people are walking by asking what's wrong with him. I said he's broke. They started putting money by him. He woke up with a five and 14 singles and a pile of change. I had taken the big bills outta my cup and stuffing em in my pockets. Compliments for cash pays well. There alot of women who have so many beautiful attributes but nobody tells em because they aren't picture perfect so they think they're ugly. And will pay to hear a good looking dude trll em something smooth.
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