Chapter 10
"So are you going to tell me this point or aren't you?"
"The point is you have money."
"What are you smoking man? There is no way us people, the people who live in the East Village have money"
"I think you do"
"And you think that because?"
"Because everything you have to do for Roger because of AIDS, you have to be loaded."
"I hardly have enough money, to buy food and AZT."
"But you have a job"
"What are you, like stocking me?"
"I just pay attention to my surroundings"
"Well you clearly need to start paying better attention. So why is it so important that I have this 'money' of which you speak?" Mark asked The Man, saying the word money sarcastically.
"Because I've been having some troubles lately"
"And why would I care that you, a drug dealer is having problems?"
"Because. You see, not as many people are into buying drugs as much as they used to be. So I'm not making any money, and this is the only thing that pays me bills. So when I find someone like you, who clearly has to have lots of money, I take my chance on them. I ask them to give me some money"
"Even if I did have money, which I don't, there is no way in hell that I would let you have money. You deserve to rot in hell for what you do."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you"
"Oh! And why not?"
"Because I have a very, very short temper. And I suggest that you don't tempt me to do…"
"To do what?"
"This" The Man Slammed his fist into Mark's face causing Mark to loose his balance and hit his on a rock on his way to the ground. It only took Mark a few seconds after hitting the ground to see nothing but darkness.
Again, sorry it took so long. I hope you guys are still into this story. It's gonna get good in the next couple of chapters. I 'm gonna try and through in some short, cute chapters in between the drama that will be happening. PLEASE REVIEW! The more reviews I get, the faster I tend to update. So if I get enough good reviews to satisfy me, I'll put up at least the next chapter tomorrow.