Did not write about this the other day, this whole experience came my way, it had happened before and pretty sure most everyone on here knows what i be speaking about as well.....
It had been a few days since I had been able to make it out to the spot, last time copped had gotten enough to get through 3 to 4 days, (only lasted me 2 of course
_)) So, getting up, got the loot together, go to make the call to the man let em know that I am coming, and needing to get 3 packs.
He aint answering.
SO, lets call number 2. No answer.
Fuck, okay, number 3. Straight voicemail.
Damn man, okay, runners, give them a call...
No answer, straight voice, straight voice... Anyone got an idea already whats going on?
Cause I know by now i'm fucked. There aint no way eveveryone phone is off, half of them
going straight voice unless they in lock up. Or they got fired, but probably number 1.
Damn, fuck, shit, wtf am i gonna do now? Shit. I aint got time for this. Man, okay, i call
my other budy, he always got jabs and sure he will lemme come by and grab on, maybe even
2 if i through in some love, which i am more than willing to do at this point.
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
Fuck man. Fuck FUck Fuck. WTF!!!!??
"okay man, guess we headed out west to take a stroll around"... NOT what i
am wanting to do as the police been hot as fuck around the spot, and on top
of that it's a THURSDAY, which i have always felt was cursed. But I aint got
shit, so here we go.
Get to the block, it's dead. No wonder, there aint shit for people around. Looks
like the fucking moon, deserted. Walk down, walk back, walk down, walking back
almost ready to say shit, i'm outta here, and I hear that so familiar anticpated
exciting words; " what you need man?"
turn around, no idea who the guy is, so I m asking, "where is so and so, do you know
so and so, yada yada" to kinda get a feel if this guys bogus or on point. We kinda
talking when one of the guys from the crew comes around the corner,
Thank Fucking God.
"what's up man, what you needing?"
"3 packs bro"
"0kay, hang tight, 2 minutes"
Waiting around, trying to figure out what it is exactly that is giving me that
feeling in my stomach that says, "something fucked up". "sometihng aint right"
Guy comes back round the corner,
"you got the loot together?"
i responding "yes, you got the three packs? Also, where the fuck is the rest
of the crew man?"
"they all on vacation, got the week end off, just me and the other shorty over
there" "But dont worry bro, we got you"
No that feeling is gotten to the size that i cant ignore it any more. I gotta make
that call, am i gonna abort this completly cause the cops are around, or is this guy
not on point and there's a reason no one else is answering.
Number 2.
"just give me one of the jabs man, if its good i'll be back"
he's frustrated, "man you said three packs, wtf?"
Tell him, "just wann amake sure it's straight man, if it's good, yo uknow i will be back!
BTW this is xxxxxxxxxxxx dope right?"
he says "yea man of course. It's all on point. Take the 3, you know us!"
"no bro, just gimme the one, and will come back"
Giving me a shit look, throws me the 1 packs, I count out the other 200 and hand him
the other hundred. "thanks man"
And i'm gone. So, get home, do my ritual, get everything ready, sit down, open the pack
"fuck". I could tell imediatlly it wasnt xxxxxxx's dope.
