The crave came again.
It's to the point where I can't seem to function without lighting a hitter every few hours. It's interesting how the company increases your wages based on the fact that you smoke CM-45 grade marijuana. That caused many a problem with false claims popping up like moles, HR steadily whacking at them. So now when forms came in from those claiming to smoke, you have to take a same day drug test. Poor saps think toking before the test would help, but that only cause the test to come back negative, thanks to modern government sponsored science.
But the craving was getting stronger. No time to worry about Sherman & Shin and definitely no time to go for CMs. Heh. Look at me. I looked rough, in need of a shave and a shapeup. My left fingers and lips a purplish black, no longer pink and healthy. Must have gained at least twenty pounds since all I do is sit on my ass and eat. I should stop, but…
I looked in the phone's call log and saw a name that would help with this craving: Bekka. Bekka was this twenty year old from the Taino Towers I used to tutor at Hunter. Intelligent girl; would be a knockout if it wasn't for the scar from the bottom of her left ear to her lower lip. Guess that comes with the territory if you happen to be the sister of a known hood dealer and slanging on the side, which is why I smiled. I pressed the send button and placed the earpiece in.
"Who the fuck is this?" the slightly husky voice questioned.
Interesting greeting.
"Ain't it? So…who the fuck is this?"
Brian
"Mr. Nichols?"
Yeah
"Holy shit, I mean, hey Mr. Nichols! What's up?"
Everything and nothing, but I told you, call me Brian
"Eh…Can I call you Brain?"
Only if you don't mind Becky
"Eww no. Anyway I know you didn't call for small talk. What's the deal?"
L's secure?
"Hold tight...yeah. Two?"
Three
"Oh my. We're got a lil check in the mail, huh?"
Nah, been saving up
"I like a man who plans for the future. Ok the usual?"
The usual
"Sweet. See you at five"
Can't make it earlier?
"Umm…nope. See ya" *clicks*
The usual was a Cuban restaurant on 2nd Avenue between 116th and 117th. That was the spot because it was usually low lit and 75% of the customers have sold illegal drugs. However the public and on some occasion the cops, turn a blind eye to the activities. I sat there reading the news on the PAD, which I took out of my messenger bag. I heard a voice from behind me, "I don't know why you read that shit." Turned around and there she was, the Afro-Cuban from Nuevo Purple City, sister of Big Key, my savior.
What it do, Bekka?
"Nothing much, Mr. Nichols," she said as she placed two mini-envelopes next to the french vanilla ice coffee I was drinking. Took one of them, moved it under the table, and placed the cash card inside. Once I was finished, I placed it back next to my drink.
She leaned over to take it and said seductively, "You know, I could see myself on top of you….hahaha just fucking with ya. Eww you're like 50 or something?"
35
Eyes opened wide. "35?!? Wow."
Wow?
"I mean when I was just a thought, you were probably stroking a couple out."
I almost forgot how wonderfully vulgar you were.
"Sorry, Mr. Nichols, this," she stood up and spun,"is Bekka. Anyway listen to this," she took off her earpiece and placed it near my ear. It's playing a hip hop track from 1988 and the only reason why I knew is because…
"Can you believe that's what your grandparents listened to? It quakes, but anytime I had to Swikki lyrics, it's so not worth it" She started to sip the cola she had ordered. As she was doing that she looked up and plainly said, "So…Constipated Monkeys not working for ya?"
Keep it down
"Umm…you know where we're at, right? Almost everyone here slang plus they know who I am. We safe."
I think CM-54 has something in it that takes away people's memory, but since that's a "natural" side effect of marijuana, no one notices. I notice and everyday I have to keep a journal just to remember if I took a shower or not.
"Why not just…you know…stop? I mean you know we appreciate your loyalty, but dude, it's so not worth it."
It's…it's not that easy
"You're shitting me…"
Nay, that's something else I'm trying to determine. Is it another effect of CM-54 or have I become addicted?
Continued...
