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her this information because this ghetto tramp had a look on her face like she was losing patience.
“ Uh, I called before I came over, and I was told that at this location I could use a money order for the payment.”
“ Well, do you have a money order?” she asked with attitude.
Now I was about to lose my patience ’cause if this bitch catches one more attitude with me I’m gon’ snatch her from behind that counter. With all the strength I could gather without cursing her out I gently laid the money order and my ID on the counter. While investigating my ID she started smacking on some gum she clearly had hidden in her mouth.
“ This you?” she asked me while giving me a once-over glance. “Because this ID says you twenty-four, but you look like you sixteen.”
“ Look, do they pay you for thinkin’ or rentin’ cars? If the ID says I’m twenty-four, then, bitch, I am twenty-four.” I went Brewster projects on her before I could control myself. “Now, are you going to rent me a car or what? Because I don’t have all day for this.” I was starting to get pissed.
“ Rude too, huh? Well, whatever. Anyway, I was just asking.” Without another word she finished up the paperwork and handed me the keys. I gave her a snide grin as I snatched the keys from her hands.
I hate putting up with people like her, but finally I had the car. That bitch and her jacked up weave hates her life so she wants to take it out on the customer. Scratch her. I headed out to the parking lot to find the car. Talk about a piece of junk, Taurus is one of the ugliest cars ever made. But whatever. As long as it gets the job done. I hopped inside, turned the volume up, and hit the interstate to clear my mind before getting on the job because this shit goes down tonight.
Chapter 13
After grabbing something to eat I went back to the one of main exits out of the Brewster to get ready to follow Luscious. Brewster is his first pickup from the young dope boys in the projects. He should pick up sixty thousand easy out of Brewster alone. The hard part is sitting here waiting for him to come out. I was already in place when he arrived about an hour ago. He jumped up out of his ride giving strict instructions for the future wannabe kids to guard his wheels. I just wish he would hurry his ass up. He should be about to come out. I just gotta chill until he does.
While I sat and waited, I went over the plan in my head and all the information that I’ve collected to get to this point. Shit has been hard and easy. The first bit of information I got that I planned on using in this whole setup is a piece that I got from Squeeze himself a long time ago. Well, he didn’t give it to me personally; I was kind of eavesdropping.
One day I had come home from school early, and I was in my room when my mom brought him home for another one of their sex romps. Squeeze was high, and, of course, my mom was too, except she was high on crack. He was in the living room on the phone talking to someone about going to Luscious’s house to pick up a last-minute package. Squeeze thought this conversation would be OK to have because my mom was asleep; he had no idea that I was home. Whoever was on the other end of the phone was worried about running into someone at the pickup house besides Luscious. But Squeeze assured them that no one is allowed at that pickup house but Luscious. According to Squeeze, no one was ever allowed at that house but Luscious, so he would definitely be alone.
So I got all that information as a freebie. I never knew I would need it because I would have never thought I would be robbing Luscious or anyone else from the Boone Squad. I need to thank Squeeze. Because of his big-ass mouth, that bit of information will be useful. Another bit of information that Squeeze gave during that phone call that I can use is the name of the pickup house. The pickup house was on the north side of Detroit, Seville
“ Uh, I called before I came over, and I was told that at this location I could use a money order for the payment.”
“ Well, do you have a money order?” she asked with attitude.
Now I was about to lose my patience ’cause if this bitch catches one more attitude with me I’m gon’ snatch her from behind that counter. With all the strength I could gather without cursing her out I gently laid the money order and my ID on the counter. While investigating my ID she started smacking on some gum she clearly had hidden in her mouth.
“ This you?” she asked me while giving me a once-over glance. “Because this ID says you twenty-four, but you look like you sixteen.”
“ Look, do they pay you for thinkin’ or rentin’ cars? If the ID says I’m twenty-four, then, bitch, I am twenty-four.” I went Brewster projects on her before I could control myself. “Now, are you going to rent me a car or what? Because I don’t have all day for this.” I was starting to get pissed.
“ Rude too, huh? Well, whatever. Anyway, I was just asking.” Without another word she finished up the paperwork and handed me the keys. I gave her a snide grin as I snatched the keys from her hands.
I hate putting up with people like her, but finally I had the car. That bitch and her jacked up weave hates her life so she wants to take it out on the customer. Scratch her. I headed out to the parking lot to find the car. Talk about a piece of junk, Taurus is one of the ugliest cars ever made. But whatever. As long as it gets the job done. I hopped inside, turned the volume up, and hit the interstate to clear my mind before getting on the job because this shit goes down tonight.
Chapter 13
After grabbing something to eat I went back to the one of main exits out of the Brewster to get ready to follow Luscious. Brewster is his first pickup from the young dope boys in the projects. He should pick up sixty thousand easy out of Brewster alone. The hard part is sitting here waiting for him to come out. I was already in place when he arrived about an hour ago. He jumped up out of his ride giving strict instructions for the future wannabe kids to guard his wheels. I just wish he would hurry his ass up. He should be about to come out. I just gotta chill until he does.
While I sat and waited, I went over the plan in my head and all the information that I’ve collected to get to this point. Shit has been hard and easy. The first bit of information I got that I planned on using in this whole setup is a piece that I got from Squeeze himself a long time ago. Well, he didn’t give it to me personally; I was kind of eavesdropping.
One day I had come home from school early, and I was in my room when my mom brought him home for another one of their sex romps. Squeeze was high, and, of course, my mom was too, except she was high on crack. He was in the living room on the phone talking to someone about going to Luscious’s house to pick up a last-minute package. Squeeze thought this conversation would be OK to have because my mom was asleep; he had no idea that I was home. Whoever was on the other end of the phone was worried about running into someone at the pickup house besides Luscious. But Squeeze assured them that no one is allowed at that pickup house but Luscious. According to Squeeze, no one was ever allowed at that house but Luscious, so he would definitely be alone.
So I got all that information as a freebie. I never knew I would need it because I would have never thought I would be robbing Luscious or anyone else from the Boone Squad. I need to thank Squeeze. Because of his big-ass mouth, that bit of information will be useful. Another bit of information that Squeeze gave during that phone call that I can use is the name of the pickup house. The pickup house was on the north side of Detroit, Seville
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