"Who is it?" Kevin's voice distinctly comes through the door.
"It's Jesse." Usually I would say "It's your brother." but it's late at night and Kevin explained to me to never state that I am his brother. The reason for this is that if Kevin ever failed to pay someone back or even if he just simply has beef with someone, no one would come looking for me. You might be thinking why would they come for me, well the only reason why someone would come looking for me is because I would be a bribe. I would basically be taking as a hostage and the only way Kevin could save me is to give them what they want.
"Come in." Kevin says, this time raising his voice so that it will sound clear as it comes through the door.
Throughout the duration of our time inside his home, Kevin explains to us about who we are delivering to and how much money should we expect from the buyer.
"Alright boys, you will be selling and delivering an ounce of weed. You should get $260 in exchange for the weed"
Kevin then went on to scale the marijuana. One gram after another. He put all of the marijuana in a baggy and handed it off to me. I went ahead and put the marijuana in Shane's bag. Just as I was doing so, Kevin told us to hurry up and get to the buyers house.
As Shane and I quickly walk in the direction of our destination, I stop dead in my tracks and ask Shane "Have you ever smoked marijuana?"
"Twice, I wasn’t a really big fan of it." Shane quietly says to me as he slowly turns around to face me.
"Want to try some, together?"
"No way, we are supposed to deliver that. Not smoke it."
"Come on. No one is around, so no one will know."
"Al-- Alright, but just a little bit." Shane nervously says as he reaches for the weed.
“Wait, what do we smoke out of?”
“That tin can right there. we can poke holes in it with me pocket knife.”
We then go on to poke a few holes into the tin can and place a bit of marijuana on it.
"Where is the lighter." I anxiously ask Shane
"It is in my back pocket, Hold on one second."
Shane handed me the tin can with the marijuana on it and the lighter. I sparked the lighter and put the flame above the holes on the tin can, which then lit the marijuana on fire. We both took a couple of hits each and finished. We rushed to put everything away, thinking someone has seen us and called the cops. Just as we started walking, I could feel everything moving up and down. I was getting dizzy, but a little part of me liked the feeling. The rest of the walk to the buyers house was quiet, both me and Shane did not talk at all.
"Knock, Knock, Knock"
Three slow knocks is a way to tell the buyer that whatever he bought from a dealer has arrived.
"You got the stuff?" The buyer impatiently asks.
"You got the money?" Shane asks. I can tell that Shane didn’t get a good impression on the buyer. The buyer handed over the money while I handed over the marijuana. Whenever I make a delivery, I never make long conversations with whom ever is buying. Generally speaking, I like to be quick so that I can get out of the area before anything happens.
Still feeling a little buzzed, Shane and I headed back to Kevin's house to give him the money. Approaching Kevin's house, Shane asks me "Did you like the feeling, the feeling the marijuana gave us?"
"Ye—Yes I did, what about you?"
"I loved it, we should do it more often."
"I thought you said you didn’t like it?"
"Look, I lied. I've never tried it in my life."
"Why would you lie?"
"I thought you would make fun of me."
"Why would I do that. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t ever make fun of you in any way."
"Alright, thanks Jesse."
Just as Shane and I reached my brothers house, we noticed a man standing at the end of the block. I had only noticed him since I could of swore I heard a loud beep a walkie-talkie makes. I didn’t think to much of the man standing silently at the end of the block, this is only because we are in a sketchy neighborhood.
"Who is it?" Kevin shouts.
"It is Jesse, open the door." I reply as I am counting the money making sure he gave us the full amount. Yes I know I should have checked when we were at the buyers place, but I was still a little high from before.
"Alright hold up." Kevin says as he unlocks the door.
When Shane and I walked inside the house, I noticed the man standing at the end of the block was gone.
"Shane." I say, about to ask him if he saw the guy at the end of the block.
Later that night, Shane and I decided to leave my brothers house because it was getting boring. Just as we got to the door...
"Get on the floor" A cop screams as the door blows open.
At least 10 swat team members broke through my brothers door. I try to run, but I notice Shane is laying on the ground unconscious. He must have got hit by the door when it swung open. I'm lost, I never thought something like this would happen.
"Get off of me" Kevin yells as a cop knees on his back to keep him on the ground.
"Stop right there" A cop yells at me as a run to the back.
I make it out of the house. As I am running I trip and smack my head on the dusty cement, as I rush to get up I notice three cops are chasing me. There is no place to go, but as I run down the street I see a run-down gas station with a dirty bathroom on the side.
"Creak" The sound the rusty bathroom door makes as I slowly close it trying to make no sound. Now, back where I started off. I examine my cut on my head. Lightheaded and woozy I try to think of where to go. If I go to the hospital I would have to tell them everything before they can help me. That will just get me caught. So I improvise, I call my other friend Nick. I ask him if I can come over, not telling him what is going on.