Monday, January 8, 2007

dealing time

I never wanted to be a drug dealer. However it was only the natural progression of things. Look at the math: If you get a teener for 80 and that is 8 times as large as a dub sack why not go for it. Why waste your money getting nickel and dimed to death. Buy big and if you're friends want some hook em up with a good price. Then you start selling to new people your friends bring by and instead of buying a teener you're buying a ball. Then one of your friends wants a teener to start the same process and the next thing you know you're buying half ounces. All along the way you start doing more because you have more to do. Then it all comes crashing down. You do more than you sell, or you have bills that come along and suck up your capital so then you're back down to 8-balls. Than eventually more bills come along and you're just picking up dope with other peoples money just for them. You might stay there, you might hit a lick and come up big, but you will always be brought back down. If nothing else the law catches on to you. Requiem For A Dream Style

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