Daves POV
"I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to Gangsta music" I Rapped "The Dipset Anthem" by The Diplomats while whipping up some Crack "Ah shit" I groaned tiredly as my muscles tighten in my arm
You probably wondering how and why i'm making this shit
Well for 1) my mom got 2 jobs both shifts so she barely home and my dad don't live with us
And 2) I knew somebody who sold drugs for a living not no doing it for the moment he was like a weed businessman, his name was Kingston
One day I went into his house for the first time, he lives in a middle class suburb neighborhood
*Knock Knock* *door opens* "My dude why you gotta mask on like that and what's up with yo hair, you shittin' me" I said laughing
"Nigga shut up and come in" He said pulling me into his big ass house
"Watch yo step"
"Nigga what you doing" I said he was guiding me towards the back of the house
"I gotta show you sum'"
"What ?" I questioned
"My growing station, I never took nobody into the growing room you the first one and only one" he says while we stand by the door that we soon entered in
"Oh shit, this alot of weed in this little ass place" This nigga got a whole greenhouse and shit, like he was really starting a whole business in this bitch
"Well youngbull here it is, this my garage by the way"
"Yo garage how you do this shit, where the door ?"
"Right there" He said pointing
"Right where ?"
"Right here" he says walking pass the weed towards the door "As you can see I painted the door and sealed it off making it another wall"
"How long you been doing this"
"For about 7 years"
"Cool cool, what's this ?" I said pointing at the weed plant
"OG youngblood"
"How you keep the scent from exiting and stuff?"
"The fans and things and plus I made sure it won't escape to the outside"
This dude had every kind of weed I could think of
"Aye how old you is again"
"16"
"You got a job ?"
"Nah nah I quit my job at mickey D's two weeks ago"
"Well youngblood you got a job now"
"Whatchu mean"
