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get into?” Mike changed the subject while Jay disappeared into the room down the hallway.
    “I was hoping you could hook me up with a couple pounds of weed.”
    “Nigga, I ain’t got no weed! Shit, it’s been a drought for about four months now.”
    “So, whatchu got?”
    “I got whatever you can move.”
    “Well, a’ight. Hit me off with a couple ounces of hard white.”
    Mike laughed. “Ain’t nobody getting high off crack anymore. The fiends around here either use dope or powder.”
    “Well, give me a couple ounces of powder.”
    “Who do you know get high off powder?”
    “Come on, man. You know I’ve been out of the loop for a while.”
    “I know. That’s why I’m gon’ hit you off with a couple grams of dope. My shit is a missile, and all the fiends call it Black Label.”
    “Man, you know I don’t know shit about heroin.”
    “Don’t worry about all of that. Jay is in the back putting some shit together for you right now. As soon as he’s done, I want you to take it and go set up shop at my spot in Dales Homes. A chick named Melody is going to be waiting for you.”
    “Who is she?”
    “She’s just a Section 8 chick I fuck every now and again. I kick her a few dollars here and there, for letting me use her crib as one of my spots.”
    “She got kids?”
    “Yeah, she’s got a little boy, but he ain’t never there.”
    “Good, ’cause I don’t like to do business around kids.” I noticed Jay walking back down the hallway. “Damn, nigga, I thought you got lost!” I commented and smiled.
    He smiled back and said, “Nah, son, I was just trying to get you straight.”
    “How many grams did you give him?” Mike asked.
    “I broke off three from the egg,” Jay replied. He handed me a small, quart-sized Ziploc bag filled with a brown powder substance.
    “What am I going to do with this? I don’t know how to bag this shit up!” I blurted out.
    “Don’t worry about it. That’s Melody’s job. She’s going to put the shit in caps. When she’s done, she’s going to introduce you to my street team so they can start bringing the money to you. Believe me, when those niggas get the word out that you’ve set up shop with my dope, the fiends gon’ go crazy.”
    “So, what’s my take on this?”
    “Just put it like this: I’m giving you this shit wholesale. So that means you gon’ make five dollars off every pill of dope you sell. So if you sell five hundred of them, I’m gonna hit you off with twenty-five hundred. It’s that simple.”
    Smiling at the thought of instant success, I sighed and said, “Yo, son, give me the address to homegirl’s crib, because I’m ready to get this paper.”
    Both Jay and Mike smiled back at me.
    “I want you to call Jay if you happen to run out before he comes out there to check up on you,” Mike instructed me as he walked to the front door.
    “A’ight,” I said as I followed him. Outside we exchanged a few more words and then parted ways.
    After I pulled off, I got Maxine on the phone. “Hey baby, whatchu doing?”
    “I just got out of the shower. What are you doing?”
    “I’m on my way to go and take care of some business.”
    Sounding a little worried, she said, “Please be careful.”
    “Baby, I got this, so don’t worry about me. I’m going to be fine.”
    “What time are you coming back this way?”
    “I’m not sure. But I’ll let you know.”
    “OK. But if I don’t hear from you soon, I’m gonna call you, all right?”
    “That’s fine.”
    “OK. Give me a kiss.”
    She made kissing sounds into the phone. “I love you,” she told me.
    “I love you too,” I replied.
    I didn’t take me long to make the trip out to Dales Homes. It was only a hop, skip, and a jump from Prentis Park. When I drove past the sign that said, WELCOME TO DALES HOMES REDEVELOPING HOUSING AUTHORITY , I knew I was in ghetto heaven so I was going to have to go into street mode. Time to become the nigga I used to be before I caught my fed beef