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SMOKE

As I walked inside of my mom's house the strong smell of liquor filled my nose, there was a couple of tiny ziplock bags around the wooden floor, opened snacks and cans of drinks were scattered on the dining room table and some song by Biggie was booming out of a large speaker

"Ma!"I shouted while walking around the house. I already knew what was going on. Every time Dime went away for break my mom would take that as an opportunity to do everything she wishes to do freely. Her routine was to wake up, get high as fuck off of any drug she could get a hold of then knockout

It took me a lil minute to find her but once I did I immediately grew angry. I stared at her, just simply watching while she was sniffed a line of coke.

I was honestly disgusted by my own mom. She was horrible, she's never done anything for me or my sister, in fact if it wasn't for me I'm sure they wouldn't even have a roof over their heads.

She started doing drugs when I was about 7 years old I'd watch her do it every day I remember her calling it her medicine, at one point I believed her but as I grew older I realized what it really was. On my 15th birthday I started selling drugs it was no secret my whole family knew about it. I was selling everything pills, weed, even coke. After a while I'd always notice some shit missing which pretty much put me in a hole cause if I wasn't making money for the drugs that were disappearing then how would I make up for it

I remember walking in on her stealing coke out of my stash. I was heated that is until she offered to pay me back which she did. After that I just started selling her the shit. She wanted it, I had it, so she bought it. It went on like that for a while until I refused to sell it to her

"When this shit gon stop?"I questioned, I guess I startled her because she flinched

"Damn David, didn't I tell you to call before you just pop up at my damn house?"

"I did call,"

She immediately kissed her teeth obviously annoyed by my presence "Well I ain't see it"

"Course you didn't"I muttered "You getting too fuckin old to be doing this shit, you raising a whole daughter this the example you setting?"

"Why you always comin over here starting shit with me? I don't need you to tell me how to be a damn parent."She stood up and brushed past me

"If I ever find out you did this shit in front of Dime-"

"You know I wouldn't do it in front of Dime, David you just wanna start shit with me. Go somewhere"

I followed her out of her room then into the kitchen "Why are you even here? What you want"

"I came to check on you. I should've known this was what you over here doin"

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