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“I hope you take heed to what I said,” she yelled.
“Oh, shut the hell up, Faith! That lady ain’t thinking about your dopefiend ass!” I heard a male voice shout.
I refused to turn around to see who made the comment. I figured he wasn’t talking to me anyway, so why bother? As I walked farther down Dale Drive, I finally saw Seth’s car. It was parked right in front of a tree, but again, he was nowhere in sight. There were at least three-dozen apartments that he could have gone into. To stand there and wait for him to come out would be insane. I turned around and headed back to my car. Immediately after I got in it, I drove right back out the way I came and circled around to the other side of the horseshoe. All I wanted to see was which apartment he was in, and then I’d leave. As soon as I found a parking space with the perfect view, I parked. Then I had to sit and wait. I sat back and listened to every CD in my six-disc changer, which ran for about three hours, and still Seth remained in hiding. I called him a couple of times, hoping he would come outside to take his call, but he refused to answer, so I chalked it up as a loss.
As I was about to give up and call it a day, the guy from the white house pulled up in his Hummer and parked it right beside Seth’s car. My heart jumped for joy. Hopefully, it would only be a matter of seconds before I found out where that motherfucker was. Before I could count to ten, that guy walked right up to an apartment on the far left side of the building, carrying a brown paper bag in his right hand. Before he could reach out, someone from the inside opened the door for him. I couldn’t see if it was Seth or not because of the dark screen on the door. At that point, though, it didn’t matter because my mission was accomplished, and now I could carry my ass home.
SETH
I Get Money
Ay yo, Melody, I know you fucked that coffee grinder up on purpose,” Mike said the moment he stepped foot into the spot. “Nah, Mike, it wasn’t her fault,” I said as I approached him. “Where’s it at? Let me see it,” Mike insisted.
Melody and I both led him into the kitchen.
“See? It wasn’t my fault,” she pointed out. “The blade is dull now, so it isn’t grinding anything anymore.”
“How much shit did you lose?”
“Not much,” Melody said.
“How much is not much?”
“Probably about ten pills, if that much.”
“You sure you didn’t stick that shit in your pocket?” Mike questioned her, giving her one serious look.
“Come on now. You know I wouldn’t play with your dope like that,” Melody tried to assure him.
“You better not, because if I ever find out you stealing from me, I’ma kill you, bitch!”
“Nah, dawg, I was standing around her the whole time. She didn’t try to throw salt in the game,” I told him.
“She better not!” Mike handed her the brown paper bag.
“Is this a new coffee grinder?”
“Yeah. So go ahead and handle your business, so I can get me some motherfucking money rolling through here. You know I hate having good dope and ain’t nobody coming through to cop it.”
“Oh, believe me, plenty of fiends been coming through, but we had to turn ’em away because we couldn’t get the coffee grinder to mix the dope up properly,” I said.
“Well, we ain’t gon’ worry about that anymore. That problem is solved. What I want to know is, where is everybody at?” Mike looked out the kitchen window. “I didn’t see any of our runners standing at their posts when I pulled up. The only nigga standing out there is Omar, and that ain’t a good look.”
Wearing the surgical mask, Melody turned around and said, “I sent Ian to the store to get me some milk and a box of sandwich bags. I’m not sure where Ran is.”
“Did you ask Ian or Omar?”
“Yeah, and they said they hadn’t seen him since he left from around here last night,” she replied.
“Well, we gon’ have to recruit a couple more niggas, because I
“I hope you take heed to what I said,” she yelled.
“Oh, shut the hell up, Faith! That lady ain’t thinking about your dopefiend ass!” I heard a male voice shout.
I refused to turn around to see who made the comment. I figured he wasn’t talking to me anyway, so why bother? As I walked farther down Dale Drive, I finally saw Seth’s car. It was parked right in front of a tree, but again, he was nowhere in sight. There were at least three-dozen apartments that he could have gone into. To stand there and wait for him to come out would be insane. I turned around and headed back to my car. Immediately after I got in it, I drove right back out the way I came and circled around to the other side of the horseshoe. All I wanted to see was which apartment he was in, and then I’d leave. As soon as I found a parking space with the perfect view, I parked. Then I had to sit and wait. I sat back and listened to every CD in my six-disc changer, which ran for about three hours, and still Seth remained in hiding. I called him a couple of times, hoping he would come outside to take his call, but he refused to answer, so I chalked it up as a loss.
As I was about to give up and call it a day, the guy from the white house pulled up in his Hummer and parked it right beside Seth’s car. My heart jumped for joy. Hopefully, it would only be a matter of seconds before I found out where that motherfucker was. Before I could count to ten, that guy walked right up to an apartment on the far left side of the building, carrying a brown paper bag in his right hand. Before he could reach out, someone from the inside opened the door for him. I couldn’t see if it was Seth or not because of the dark screen on the door. At that point, though, it didn’t matter because my mission was accomplished, and now I could carry my ass home.
SETH
I Get Money
Ay yo, Melody, I know you fucked that coffee grinder up on purpose,” Mike said the moment he stepped foot into the spot. “Nah, Mike, it wasn’t her fault,” I said as I approached him. “Where’s it at? Let me see it,” Mike insisted.
Melody and I both led him into the kitchen.
“See? It wasn’t my fault,” she pointed out. “The blade is dull now, so it isn’t grinding anything anymore.”
“How much shit did you lose?”
“Not much,” Melody said.
“How much is not much?”
“Probably about ten pills, if that much.”
“You sure you didn’t stick that shit in your pocket?” Mike questioned her, giving her one serious look.
“Come on now. You know I wouldn’t play with your dope like that,” Melody tried to assure him.
“You better not, because if I ever find out you stealing from me, I’ma kill you, bitch!”
“Nah, dawg, I was standing around her the whole time. She didn’t try to throw salt in the game,” I told him.
“She better not!” Mike handed her the brown paper bag.
“Is this a new coffee grinder?”
“Yeah. So go ahead and handle your business, so I can get me some motherfucking money rolling through here. You know I hate having good dope and ain’t nobody coming through to cop it.”
“Oh, believe me, plenty of fiends been coming through, but we had to turn ’em away because we couldn’t get the coffee grinder to mix the dope up properly,” I said.
“Well, we ain’t gon’ worry about that anymore. That problem is solved. What I want to know is, where is everybody at?” Mike looked out the kitchen window. “I didn’t see any of our runners standing at their posts when I pulled up. The only nigga standing out there is Omar, and that ain’t a good look.”
Wearing the surgical mask, Melody turned around and said, “I sent Ian to the store to get me some milk and a box of sandwich bags. I’m not sure where Ran is.”
“Did you ask Ian or Omar?”
“Yeah, and they said they hadn’t seen him since he left from around here last night,” she replied.
“Well, we gon’ have to recruit a couple more niggas, because I
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