Selling weed: It’s all about the babes and the steak
Maybe it is time to move to somewhere else. Below is virtually verbatim of one side of a conversation heard outside my (closed) window not too long ago:
Hey kid! I want to tell you somethin?｢どｨび｢.
You won?｢どｨび｢t have to work for no one! You know what I?｢どｨび｢m sayin?｢どｨび｢. You know what I?｢どｨび｢m sayin?｢どｨび｢. You know man. That?｢どｨび｢s f***in?｢どｨび｢ right man.
Where you currently workin’?
You don?｢どｨび｢t have to be server at some restaurant if you don?｢どｨび｢t want to be.
Look, I?｢どｨび｢m not selling this s*** to you. I?｢どｨび｢m giving it to you. Here take it.
Yeah, I hear that. That?｢どｨび｢s right. Look, I tell you how all this s*** works. You only work like–five hours a week. You see here how it all happens. You drive up to Chicago, that?｢どｨび｢s like 2 two or three hours each way. . .
Let?｢どｨび｢s say 1 oz or 2 oz that’s $200, you say that you?｢どｨび｢ll take 15 or 20 now from them now, and get the rest later.
The babes. The steak. I mean you could go downtown and party with some serious dough. I?｢どｨび｢m talking about $14,000 a month–at least! You won?｢どｨび｢t be workin?｢どｨび｢ hard. You?｢どｨび｢ll get a nice car. What job can you get a real nice car with? Tell me that!
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