Post by Seni Kalamafoni on Jun 3, 2008 1:16:49 GMT 1
It was Friday night, Seni was without money and without friends. So he was doing what he knew best, getting paid.
The big islander earlier that day had stopped by a local dope boy from one of the Tongan Gangster Disciple/Crip gang and got an ounce of raw white one consignment. Just like he had done earlier in his youth back in LA. After piecing the ounce out, cooking, cutting, and packaging he went to the streets.
Like always, Seni was flagged up with a blue flag hanging out the left back pocket, his blue Dodgers hat turned backwards to the right, a fresh blue t-shirt, and a set of Air Force 1s along with his Evisu jeans. He stood on the corner serving every fiend that ran through, daring any little stick up kid to come try him. He'd already been shot, who gave a fuck if he got hit again.
The sun set, night came on, and still he had a few more rocks to sling before he could leave.
Seni saw the next fiend. Typical. Nasty clothes, stolen shoes, and a look like he hadn't showered in over two weeks, which he probably hadn't.
"Yo ma'an, can I get a piece?" the fiend asked in a raspy voice.
Seni realized that this man could've been a father at one point, a provider for his family just like his father was. But now, he was a addicted. A fiend who would gladly sell his wife to a man for a quick buck just to feed his habit. Seni was disgusted.
"Yeah, 25 for a piece, 100 for a quarter. Thats the price, if you ain't workin' with it than leave little bitch." Seni stared hard at the fiend. He stood a good 4 inches over the man and out weighed him by over 100 pounds. Seni wasn't worried about the fiend doing something, he knew that the fiend knew Seni would kill his ass if he tried anything foolish.
The fiend and Seni made the trade quickly. Seni made the count quickly on the wad that the fiend gave him. 100 even. With a nod from his new dealer, the fiend walked away.
Just a few more pieces, than I can eat, maybe get me a burner from my cousin across town.[/color]
The big islander earlier that day had stopped by a local dope boy from one of the Tongan Gangster Disciple/Crip gang and got an ounce of raw white one consignment. Just like he had done earlier in his youth back in LA. After piecing the ounce out, cooking, cutting, and packaging he went to the streets.
Like always, Seni was flagged up with a blue flag hanging out the left back pocket, his blue Dodgers hat turned backwards to the right, a fresh blue t-shirt, and a set of Air Force 1s along with his Evisu jeans. He stood on the corner serving every fiend that ran through, daring any little stick up kid to come try him. He'd already been shot, who gave a fuck if he got hit again.
The sun set, night came on, and still he had a few more rocks to sling before he could leave.
Seni saw the next fiend. Typical. Nasty clothes, stolen shoes, and a look like he hadn't showered in over two weeks, which he probably hadn't.
"Yo ma'an, can I get a piece?" the fiend asked in a raspy voice.
Seni realized that this man could've been a father at one point, a provider for his family just like his father was. But now, he was a addicted. A fiend who would gladly sell his wife to a man for a quick buck just to feed his habit. Seni was disgusted.
"Yeah, 25 for a piece, 100 for a quarter. Thats the price, if you ain't workin' with it than leave little bitch." Seni stared hard at the fiend. He stood a good 4 inches over the man and out weighed him by over 100 pounds. Seni wasn't worried about the fiend doing something, he knew that the fiend knew Seni would kill his ass if he tried anything foolish.
The fiend and Seni made the trade quickly. Seni made the count quickly on the wad that the fiend gave him. 100 even. With a nod from his new dealer, the fiend walked away.
Just a few more pieces, than I can eat, maybe get me a burner from my cousin across town.[/color]