The deal with the kid from Va. went smooth. Immediately after that, I had to meet with another kid. He bought one bird. Altogether, I sold seven pies in that little time frame. I made $20,000 profit before the Doctor even finished. Today is a good day.
I call Slim to check up on him. He tells me to come over and to bring more envelope packets for the dope. So before going to the Doctor’s house, I stop at the smoke shop.
By the time I arrive, five other guys are in the house. All of them including the Doctor and Slim, are walking around like zombies. They’re bent over and scratching like flea-infested dogs. They say when it makes them itch, that’s a sign of good dope.
“What we look like Doc?” I ask.
“Ask your boy,” he replies.
“What’s up Slim?”
“Bang Man!” he drags, on with a dry, aggravating voice. “We got a smoker!”
I laugh.
“Come on youngblood; let’s get this shit bagged up,” says the Doctor.
We begin dumping the powder into the tiny envelopes.
It took us forever to bag up, and we still didn’t finish. We ran out of envelopes before we ran out of smack. I was uneasy about letting the dope fiends help bag up, but The Dr. insisted. He said it would take three of us a lifetime to finish. I know they probably robbed me blind. I watched them as close as I could, but after a few hours, I was so busy trying to finish that I didn’t pay much attention to them. My fingers are cramped up from handling the little packets. We must have used a whole box of masks. The Dr. said the masks are a must when bagging up pure dope.
In total, we packaged 460 bricks, which equals 23,000 bags of dope. That’s a little more than what Slim said it would make. The Doctor stretched it a little bit, but it’s still strong. He called a friend of his to check it out. He said on a scale of one to ten, he’d give it the whole ten. They’re begging me to put it on the street. Really they just want to have access to it. They say it’s much better than Junebug’s Block Party. They say the reading on his is only an eight, but he’s consistent. No matter what, he always has something good. Other spots will have a nine, and then next week they have a five. Not Junebug; when you go to him, there’s no gamble.
“Where’s this going to be so I’ll know where to go?” asks the dope fiend.
“I’m not sure yet,” I reply.
“Well, at least tell me the name so I can listen out for it,” he says.
“I don’t have a name for it yet. What do ya’ll think I should name it?” I ask them.
“Uh, name it High Power!” screams the Doctor.
“High Power?” I repeat. “What do you think about that Slim?” I look at Slim; he’s standing there bent all the way over, sucking his own dick as the Doctor calls it. He’s in one of the biggest nods I’ve ever seen. “Slim!” I repeat.
He quickly snaps out of it. “Bang Man!” he shouts, while lifting up his head for a fraction of a second before fading back into his nod.
Everyone waits for him to finish his statement, but he doesn’t. He just nods out again. “You heard the man. I’m going to call it Bang Man! I’m naming it after Slim.” They all laugh.
“Listen youngblood, go to any office supply store and get a rubber stamp made with Bang Man. Get it in red letters so it will be easy to read, all right?”
“Alright Doc,” I affirm. “How much do I owe you?”
“Just give me a little something, but you have to promise me a job if you get some more. Is that a deal?” he asks. “That’s a deal,” I answer. “Here!” I toss him two bricks. The rest I pack into cardboard boxes. I don’t give the other guys anything. As high as they are, I’m pretty sure they have stole enough. Besides, the Doctor has 100 bags; he’ll take care of them.
The Doctor helps me and Slim carry the big boxes to the car and we leave. Before dropping Slim off I give him a brick for his self.
Now I’m on my way to one of the houses my sister owns. This is where I’m going to stash the dope for now. I’ll stash it in her basement. Her or no one else will ever know. Ever since I’ve been home, I’ve been maintaining the house for her. It’s a three-family house. She has tenants on all floors, but no one has access to the basement. I have the one and only key.
Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m a little worried about the Doctor and Slim. Maybe that was a bad idea giving them all that dope. I hope they don’t overdose, especially the Doctor. I gave him 100 bags. He better not overdose. I need him.
Before pulling into the garage of my sister’s house, I begin calculating. In, total I have 460 bricks. I gave three away. That leaves me with 457. If I wholesale them at $300 a brick, I can make $137,100 total. After subtracting the $45,000 for Juan, that leaves me with $92,100 profit. Damn! I love it when a plan comes together.