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Authors: Lisa Lennox
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Laci, that’s some good shit and I don’t want to see it go to waste. If you gon’ do it, do it. Don’t be wastin’ the shit.”
This was the Crystal that Laci was used to, but it was also the Crystal she no longer wanted to doubt her. Laci took two more pulls, only deeper. Her throat immediately constricted, causing her to cough and begin to feel light-headed. Laci took two more pulls to shut the girls up after they started laughing. Only this time, she didn’t cough out the smoke. When the smell hit the air, Laci realized it was something different. It didn’t smell like what the girls had smoked before.
AT THE REHAB center, all the other addicts knew the consequences of their choice. There was even a patient with incurable cancer who’d turned to street drugs because her prescription medications weren’t helping her anymore, but did that make it right?
Many talked about how they became addicted. Their addiction was so strong that they no longer cared about the basic necessities of life, and some would have welcomed death to end their pain. There were some who were close to starvation, and Laci could relate to that. She was disgusted when she heard other people’s stories about what they did while they were on drugs.
Nobody deserved to be turned out. Besides the embarrassment Laci felt, she grew extremely angry. During the treatment, most of her memories of what she did while high were slowly and surely fading, but now they started resurfacing more and more each day.
Laci thought back to the girls and how easy it was for her to get played . . . all because she wanted to fit in. She was furiousnot only at them but at herself as well for falling for the okiedoke.
All of the fury and resentment that was building up in Laci was turning into something that she couldn’t control. It would be only a matter of time before her anger turned into something she couldn’t help but want—revenge.
CHAPTER 10
I T WAS AN abnormally warm mid-September day, and Smurf and some of his boys were playing a physical game of three-on-three ball on an outdoor court in the hood. He needed something to take his mind off what happened with his mother.
With every basket that was sunk, the shooter talked shit, and their growing audience high-fived one another and talked shit back, placing bets on who was gonna whoop who. True male bonding at its best. Most of the kids who watched wanted to get noticed by Smurf and found any reason they could to hang around because they wanted to get put on.
There were a couple of kids leaning against Smurf’s old-school Cutlass Supreme, another gift from Dink, keeping an eye on things. Smurf broke them off a couple of dollars just to be an extra set of eyes and ears for him because they were in the streets more often and heard more. Not only did he give them money, but just as Dink had with him, he gave the kids books to read to expand their minds. Smurf had a fucked-up childhood and little education, and even though the kids looked up to him, he felt there was no need for them to follow in his footsteps. He kept itreal with them, and they appreciated that and watched out for him. Just another way to secure a position in the hood.
Smurf heard the big engine of a souped-up el Camino approaching right behind him. It was his boy Rob from Harlem. Rob revved the engine and maneuvered the large racehorse behind Smurf’s Cutlass and got out. Smurf called a quick time-out and slowly walked to him, with a little lean in his swagger. He and Rob held out their fists for some dap once they got close enough.
“Yo, wassup man?” Smurf acknowledged.
Lil’ Rob looked at Smurf’s young company and bellowed, “Why ain’t y’all lil’ asses in school? Get on!” He shooed them away like little flies. Both Smurf and Rob laughed as they watched the youngsters scurry away.
“Man, you really fucked up,” Smurf said, shaking his head at his boy.
“Yeah, I know,” he confirmed, still with laughter. “But
This was the Crystal that Laci was used to, but it was also the Crystal she no longer wanted to doubt her. Laci took two more pulls, only deeper. Her throat immediately constricted, causing her to cough and begin to feel light-headed. Laci took two more pulls to shut the girls up after they started laughing. Only this time, she didn’t cough out the smoke. When the smell hit the air, Laci realized it was something different. It didn’t smell like what the girls had smoked before.
AT THE REHAB center, all the other addicts knew the consequences of their choice. There was even a patient with incurable cancer who’d turned to street drugs because her prescription medications weren’t helping her anymore, but did that make it right?
Many talked about how they became addicted. Their addiction was so strong that they no longer cared about the basic necessities of life, and some would have welcomed death to end their pain. There were some who were close to starvation, and Laci could relate to that. She was disgusted when she heard other people’s stories about what they did while they were on drugs.
Nobody deserved to be turned out. Besides the embarrassment Laci felt, she grew extremely angry. During the treatment, most of her memories of what she did while high were slowly and surely fading, but now they started resurfacing more and more each day.
Laci thought back to the girls and how easy it was for her to get played . . . all because she wanted to fit in. She was furiousnot only at them but at herself as well for falling for the okiedoke.
All of the fury and resentment that was building up in Laci was turning into something that she couldn’t control. It would be only a matter of time before her anger turned into something she couldn’t help but want—revenge.
CHAPTER 10
I T WAS AN abnormally warm mid-September day, and Smurf and some of his boys were playing a physical game of three-on-three ball on an outdoor court in the hood. He needed something to take his mind off what happened with his mother.
With every basket that was sunk, the shooter talked shit, and their growing audience high-fived one another and talked shit back, placing bets on who was gonna whoop who. True male bonding at its best. Most of the kids who watched wanted to get noticed by Smurf and found any reason they could to hang around because they wanted to get put on.
There were a couple of kids leaning against Smurf’s old-school Cutlass Supreme, another gift from Dink, keeping an eye on things. Smurf broke them off a couple of dollars just to be an extra set of eyes and ears for him because they were in the streets more often and heard more. Not only did he give them money, but just as Dink had with him, he gave the kids books to read to expand their minds. Smurf had a fucked-up childhood and little education, and even though the kids looked up to him, he felt there was no need for them to follow in his footsteps. He kept itreal with them, and they appreciated that and watched out for him. Just another way to secure a position in the hood.
Smurf heard the big engine of a souped-up el Camino approaching right behind him. It was his boy Rob from Harlem. Rob revved the engine and maneuvered the large racehorse behind Smurf’s Cutlass and got out. Smurf called a quick time-out and slowly walked to him, with a little lean in his swagger. He and Rob held out their fists for some dap once they got close enough.
“Yo, wassup man?” Smurf acknowledged.
Lil’ Rob looked at Smurf’s young company and bellowed, “Why ain’t y’all lil’ asses in school? Get on!” He shooed them away like little flies. Both Smurf and Rob laughed as they watched the youngsters scurry away.
“Man, you really fucked up,” Smurf said, shaking his head at his boy.
“Yeah, I know,” he confirmed, still with laughter. “But
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