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I walked back into the living room area of our hotel suite and Jorge was snickering at me while he began getting the package ready for Heaven. I found the pills and counted some out for her and another chick who was coming from Orlando to buy a decent amount.

“Fuck so funny Georgie?” I asked, using his childhood nickname.

“You STILL fucking with them cigarettes?” he asked and started laughing even harder.

“Georgie… what’s the difference between making double your money back off cartons of cigarettes and doubling up off pounds of choke?” I asked, not seeing what was so amusing.

“Man… shi-iiiiit” he mumbled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I get no problems buying and shipping a box of 24 cartons up and getting my money… NONE… that’s money in my pocket that I really don’t even ...

“Tell her bring her ass on out here… what she back there too high to come out?” I said.

“You give her the quarter right chula? You sell the other three quarters tonight and tomorrow I gonna give you a quarter pound ok? That’s four ounces… you sell it to her for $250 and you keep $50… Imma give you some more weed tomorrow too ok mami?” Jorge said. “Now go get her and come introduce her to me” he said sternly and sat back down.

The weed was some regular shit but it was very light green with hints of dark and light brown here and there. It was regular to the people we got it from but it seemed like all over the South the people thought it was some exotic shit. The fact that it didn’t have many seeds at all helped our cause. We were getting over like a fat rat. We stayed up all night getting shit ready to make a move ...

“Tonight… you can have a fantasy… your own little nasty world…” the CD played loudly, as we walked in.

Thick Spanish and Black women slinked around the club, asses wiggling. The bar reeked of Bath and Body works as some of the girls sat, asses parked on the barstools and begged drinks. A very thick Dominican chica worked the stage… pulling herself up with her hands as her thick thighs and calves were clamped to the pole.

“Well well…” my partner Jorge said quietly, satisfied with what he saw. Jorge stood at the end of the bar with his arms crossed across his chest, looking out into the crowd approvingly.

“You KNOW they up in this bitch getting’ money” I said loudly as I leaned over into his ear.

It was four in the afternoon and we were “out of state” scheming on a knot. We decided ...