Chapter 2:The Drug Dealer
I walk down the alleyway smooth as a cat and cool as one too. My pockets full of money after making a nice deal that resulted in him selling a gram of the old nose candy for a cool 50 dollars. Well on my way home an old customer I recognized came up to me an said in an scared voice, "hey man I need some of the fine china man, I'm runnin' low." I smiled and said "the usual I got your heroin if you got my money." He slapped some dough in my hand I slapped a block of heroin in his. This is how the day normally goes for me. I decided to restock my supplies and go to my own dealer.
I was walking through the alleyways ready to get my supplies when another one of my customers confronted me only he looked angry. "Yo nigguh you best give me my money back cuz' you ripped me off on that coke deal, you feel me?" He yelled at me to which I replied "hey fuck you pal I don't rip people off, that was true blue Columbian coke." in a mocking tone I added "you feel me?" He yelled out some angry words against me I couldn't make them out, but he pulled out his knife and was ready to kill me. I pulled out mine and the showdown was on.
We circled each other almost like the lions fighting I saw on the discovery channel once. We were crouched and we exchanged cuts. Soon all at once it was a brawl. I punched him in the face and knocked him back. I attacked with a fury of fists and all at once he tackled me. He sat on me and started beating me, the pain was immense and I couldn't move. I was now defenseless and dying from his powerful punches. Is this how I'm going to die finally his knife sunk deep into my throat I couldn't breath, all was going black and it all faded out.