Ernesto POV
slanging, slanging and slanging. thats all ive been doing tonight. Zoey done called my phone about one-hundred times, but i fi answer some s**t might go down. i can't get distracted and being on the phone with her is distracting.
i saw this crackhead walking up to me. i got my s**t ready so i can make this move.
"lemme get a dime man." he said scratching and s**t. he only asked for some weed, but i knew he did other drugs. sometimes i hated my job cause in a way i knew i was ruining somebody's father, son, uncle, brothers life, but this is how i made my living.
"got the money man ?"
"i'll give it to you in 2 weeks. come on man. give a brother a break." was he crazy ? i hate when people did this s**t. you know damn well i aint about to sell to yo ass if you don't have the m
