PATIENCE was a virtue Myla learned while waiting to score. She and her friends patronized a middle-aged man who lived in the nearby gated community of San Miguel Village, much smaller, with more modest homes than Bel Air where the Cantos family had lived until the foreclosure and eviction. He was known as the Rock Star and had been dealing drugs since high school. The joke was that he had majored in this. Having been at it for so long, he would not allow himself to be rushed. For special clients, like the woman senator who worried about her weight, he delivered. He styled himself as the senator’s personal chef, cooking up special recipes just for her. He might be gone for hours and the ordinary mortals who could only afford to buy tingi, or by the gram, just had to cool their heels.
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