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make you go blind if you let it go untreated.”
    â€œIf you ain’t went blind from all that jacking off you do to all them pornos, then you ain’t never going blind.” Lucky began to laugh harder.
    â€œYou real funny,” Major Pain said as they walked up the steps leading to the clinic’s door. “You got mad jokes.”
    â€œI’d rather have jokes than crabs,” Lucky said, taking one last shot at his partner.
    The two friends laughed, always going tit for tat at one another. Lucky and Major Pain had met through the city’s top and most ruthless drug dealer named Turf. Before Lucky had ever even met Major Pain, his reputation had preceded him, known for his wild, violent, “I don’t give a fuck about nobody and nothing” attitude. But he was paid, taking out niggas left and right for the sake of Team Turf. Lucky had just started putting in work for Turf at the time, but knew if he handled his business, he, too, could develop the same attitude as Major Pain, leading to him being just as paid as him as well.
    With getting paid as his ultimate goal, it was easy for Lucky to take on that same type of “I don’t give a fuck” mentality as well. That attitude led to him killing Ivy, the girlfriend of his best friend at the time, Quick. Lucky claimed it was an accident, but because of the “get money” and “money over bitches” attitude, he never knew if Quick ever truly believed him. And he never would know because Quick and the new girl he got with, Tiffany, would end up dead, gunned down by the police. That shitty-ass cop, Detective Davis, wouldn’t rest until he saw the squad dead or in jail. Lucky had been just that: lucky not to have fallen victim to any of Davis’s efforts.
    Lucky and Major Pain would now have something else in common, seeing that Major Pain had lost his best friend, Wolf, in a shootout. The two last soldiers standing would become partners in crime, literally.
    â€œSo why all the chicks I get down with gotta be crackheads ?” Major Pain shot back. “I mean, your mama don’t look like a crackhead to me.” He held his stomach with laughter.
    â€œNigga, fuck you,” Lucky said seriously as he opened the door to the clinic. Mama jokes always brought the back-and-forth banter to a halt for some reason.
    The two walked inside. “Yo, man, I’ma sit my black ass right out here in the lobby,” Lucky said.
    â€œJust come on back here with me.” Major Pain nodded toward the next set of doors that led to the sign-in desk. “You know I’ma be waiting forever. You might as well come back and kick it with me.”
    â€œAnd look like I’m yo’ bitch or something? Mu’fucka, you better play with your iPhone . . . or your dick for that matter. I’ll be right here waiting after you get your penicillin shot.” Lucky laughed, flopping down in a chair.
    â€œFuck you,” were Major Pain’s parting words as he headed back to sign in with the receptionist.
    Lucky picked up a pamphlet and began to read about birth control, which had a message that abstinence was the best form of birth control. “Yeah, and that shit is the best way to get blue balls, too,” Lucky said to himself, throwing the pamphlet back down on the table. He heard a chime letting him know he’d just gotten a text. He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, read it, and began texting back.
    â€œDamn, he fine as hell,” Lucky heard a female voice say. He was the only one in the lobby, so he knew the person must have been referring to him. He was finishing up a text though and wanted to get it sent without error, so he didn’t bother looking up.
    â€œYeah, girl, but are you forgetting where you at?” another female voice said lowly.
    â€œTrue. He got a dirty dick.”
    Both girls burst out laughing and that’s when Lucky looked up to see them heading toward