No Sell Out!

The year jumped off with a bang.  I had put a word in Del’s ear about me not going back to school.  I did this so he could touch base with his uncle, Flyboy.  Flyboy was an old school dope pusher who had done time and came out stronger than ever.  I knew him cause he knew my father, but I was figuring the man would look out for his nephew.  While I was waiting for Del to catch up with his uncle, I’m delaying Mama about school.  No one knew I wasn’t going back to school except Del.  I was trying to stall until I had a hook up so I could roll. 

Flyboy told Del to find a spot that we could sell out of.  This was cool so Del and I went around looking for apartments that would fit our needs.  There was only one hitch. We had to work with PJ and Fats.  That was a problem cause PJ and Fats were cool but they liked to play too much.  PJ and Fats were already hustling and looked at Del and I as squares.  This was one problem, the next was differences in philosophies.  PJ and Fats did not think we needed a gun for security in the spot.  I thought we may need a 9mm just to be safe.  Del, on the other hand, thought we needed a m-16, two nines, and grenades.  When we all got together with Flyboy, all of the differences came out about guns, security and the work shifts.  Suffice it to say, the deal fell through.  

Del felt bad about the whole thing because he knew I had held off on going back to school because I was hoping to get started rolling.  He did not realize I was just tired of school, especially Pickeville.  By this time the handwriting was on the wall. My mother just told me since I was not going back to school I had to find a place, cause I could no longer stay in her house.  I knew that was coming. I had dropped in on my father, and he had already pulled my coat to the fact he had a pad that I could stay at if I paid half of the rent.  When I was moving in my father stopped by and reminded me that there was no gas on in the place.  Now remember this was the middle of January, in Wisconsin, so you know I could not have that.  I went and cut the gas on in my name, the electricity too, just for safe keeping.   Now that I had a place to stay in, it was time to get some money. 

I went up on Sixth Street to holler at my buddy Wally.  Wally had been hustling up on sixth for Bart, a cat I knew from when we were young.  I had put feelers out with Wally about the situation before, because I kind of felt the play with Flyboy was going to be a bust.  I went down to Bart’s spot with Wally, and I touched base with him.  Since Bart knew me from when we were young, everything went cool.

I sat up there and watched how they were doing things for a few hours.  Later on that evening Wally let me hold his work, I was selling coke.