Skante Warriors

6:00am SouthEast SanDiego Felony walks out into the light of a new day and sits down on the stairs of the porch, she lights her Dijarm and take a long drag, as she exhales the smoke the sweet taste of clove rolls over her tongue. She shades her tired irritated eyes as she reaches in her pocket pulling out her mad dogs an lays them right down on the bridge of her nose, she can't help but think the many times she has used them to hide bags under tired eyes from those who knew nothing of her little habit. She was already feeling the sickness like a motherfucker and not your ordinary scratchy soar throat, runny nose, and uncontrollable cough type of sick. It was one of those don't f**k with me irritable, achiness, sitting on the edge of your f*****g seat "I need to get right" dope sick feeling. Sometimes the better the bomb the come down wasn't so bad, making it through the rest of the day if she couldn't get a sack though was something that could be an issue but in realty wasn't an option she would want to entertain at this moment. This last sack she finished hit her with some paranoid ugly state of mind she couldn't wait for it to work it's way out her system, so this particular come down hit her ass like a ton of bricks.  As that dope sick feeling hit her harder with every second that passed Felony began to think who should she call an what deal of the day was going to be advertised, who'd get to her pad faster?, and most importantly. Is it some good s**t?. In her peripheral she noticed a short wide silhouette struggling to make its way up the steep flight of stairs all the homies dreaded climbing before they reached Felony's door. As she sat down next to Felony's trying to fit as much of her big ass as she could wedging herself in between Felony and the rail that led its way to the entry of the door, gasping for air. "What up b***h ass, where the s**t at homegirl? s**t look at your ass not here I'm guessing, well look no further b***h just came up on a sample that some foo from down the way wanted us to give 2 cents quality wise". Felony turned to her homegirl an replied "By some foo do you mean your brother & by down the street you mean down the hall from your room? hahaha". "f**k you b***h you know what I mean, why you always got some s**t  to say? Maybe I'll just got test this dope out with another one of my homegirls that isn't an ungrateful ass b***h" said Cheeks as she waived a little blue zip-lock baggie with tiny diamonds printed in white all over it. Felony snatched the bag fom Cheeks and took a quick scan of the area to see if anyone saw them, especially the juras cause in this neighborhood one always seems to be lurking around a corner trying to catch a motherfucker slipping, "what the f**k you doing you? you know your a f*****g burn sometimes foo I put that on, and that's on some real s**t. I have half the mind to send your ass on down the road. Pero saves que?, Its telling me that we need to get off our asses head to my room clean that nasty ass P out and torch that b***h the last sack of bomb I finished this morning was bonke as f**k and I aint down with that cross contamination s**t". Cheeks waddled her way through the front door ahead of Felony with no time being wasted. As soon as Cheeks went for the door knob a loud ass voice made its way down the hallway from the kitchen "oye cabrona I seen you walk past here, lla ni me saludes o que?", Felony's mom shouted. Cheeks turned her head around looked at Felony "damn foo she scared the f**k out of me, what she doing up so early doesn't she work late at night?" Felony whispered to Cheeks "Fucken s**t honestly foo I thought she was still asleep, you better go say what's up before she brings her ass over here and starts making convo with us" Felony pointed towards the opening from the hallway that led the kitchen. But Yoli had a plan already worked out, "Just go and say what's up to my moms, and while you got her attention I'm gonna clean the P torch it a bit, I'll come and rescue you like in 5 minutes cause once she gets talking you already know there is no escaping her" Cheeks started to make her way down the hall turned to Felony and said "alright, pero you better come and get me b***h cause I know you be forgetting an s**t, so don't be starting without me homie", Felony tossed her head up at Cheeks "don't trip you fucken tweaker I got you". Felony made her way into her room, and pulled out a small wooden box with the words "DODO BOX" in large block letters. The excitement was already beginning to build up in her, that feeling of anxiousness start to hit its peak just knowing soon she was going to put that glass pipe to her lips was make the butterflies in her stomach flutter like crazy, but damn she hated that nasty awful weird rank chemical smell that emanated from the little tiny hole on her pipe, watching the concentrated spot of glass she had it pointed the torch turning it bright orange till the black spot disappeared. Pulling what looked like a grocery store bag burned & smashed together from the top melted with a lighter, so the its inner contents were not exposed to the elements. Just at the very site of this makeshift bag brought on such a feeling that she could never describe for as long as she had been living her life all those years since it first made its way into her life as a young teenage girl. She had decided to wait for Cheeks to go ahead and pack a fresh bowl, after all Cheeks did bring the sack its only right she get to pack the first bowl and take that first hit of many they would come to take in the next hour to come. She hid the pipe and sack inside the bottom of her pillowcase. Making her way into the kitchen were she could see her mama making her morning cup of coffee, Felony already knew it was going to be a good day, cause anytime her mom didn't have that morning cup of Cafe con leche she would be would be this tiny unbearable ball of aggression and irritability. "Buenos dias querida madre de mi vida, como te levantastes? didn't you get home like 4 hours ago from the night shift" Felony often spoke to her mother in Spanglish, it really was her first language, cause it was the only one in which her mother had spoken to her as a baby and in all the years that would follow. "Querida madre de tu vida, I'm the only mother in your life you punk ass. I got home around 2:00am I was checking my phone when I parked and fell asleep in the driveway with my seat belt still on, hey that man que simepre esta en las calles talking to himself all the time came looking for you. Que no te dije que no queria ese hombre en mi casa. I don't want the neighbors to think your a tweaker too mija." Cheeks nudged Felony with her elbow " yeah foo you don't want anyone to think your a tweaker, you better let that foo know what's up before the chismes start". "I don't know what the f**k he wanted though I got nothing to do with that foo", she knew excalty why he was here last night, it was to drop off that bonke ass sack she wished she never smoked, and would make sure he would get a piece of her mind when she saw him next time, "don't trip mama, I'll handle it when I see him. C'mon fat ass I wanna hear the rest of that s**t you started telling me this moring when you got here, its already got me on the edge of my seat". Cheeks had been used to being ridiculed for her weight that it was no longer an insult anymore, it was more of an identity marker.