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Hip Daddy wore was enough to make George's point. The man looked as if he had been working on some cars in a garage somewhere. Dirt and oil were everywhere on the man's pants. But it hadn't stopped him from asking for a ride. In fact, Curtis reflected as he thought about it, he doubted if the thought had even entered Hip Daddy's mind.

    "Now, what can I do for you guys?" George inquired as he drove away from the curb.
    Curtis waited until he had turned a corner before asking. "You know what I asked you about last week, don't you, George?"
    "Yeah, I just forget how much it was. I can handle it, you dig, that ain't no problem. Now, what was it you wanted? Was it raw stuff or mixed dope? Which one? It don't make no difference to me which one you want.
    "We got a bill fifty," Dan said quickly, causing Curtis to flinch angrily.
    George let out a short laugh. "Hey, amigo, don't worry about it. Old George ain't goin' give you no screwing. You ain't got to worry. Now, let's get down to facts. You guys are just gettin' started, right?"
    He waited until Curtis had nodded his head in agreement, then continued. "Okay then, dig this. Curt, you ain't got no milk sugar yet, have you?" Again he waited for the head shake. "Okay, then, now listen while I pull your coat to something. If you ain't got the right bankroll, it's goin' set you back tryin' to buy milk sugar to cut your dope with." George hesitated briefly, letting his words sink in. "Now, I don't give a shit what you buy, Curt, but since you're just gettin' started, I can help you out."

    "Okay, George, I know we don't know that much about this jive, but we ain't above listenin' to somebody who can pull our coats to the real deal."
    George let out a short laugh. "Okay, good, we got a understandin', that's good. I like you, Curt, that ain't no bullshit. If I didn't, I wouldn't waste my time. Now, dig this. It would be better if you bought mixed dope from me this time. While you're selling it, you can use some of the money you make and purchase the milk sugar you'll be needin' when your money is right and you buy raw dope."
    "How much is the mix goin' cost us?" Dan inquired seriously.
    "Too much!" George replied quickly. "Unless you've got more than one fifty. If that's all the cash you've got, you're going to need it to get started. Or," he continued with a large smile, "you had better go and find another Fernandez brother and bust him."
    "Well, I'll be damned," Dan cursed quietly. "It don't take long for shit to spread, does it?"
    "Aw hell, Dan," Curt said, "don't you know Mexicans are tight as hell? Don't nothin' happen to one that the rest of them don't find out about."
    Again George let out his phony laugh. "That's right, especially when one gets played on by one of you brothers, the message spreads quickly."
    "Played on, hell; the bastard just lost his money, that's all," Dan alibied quickly.
    "Yeah, man ," George replied, drawing the last word out, "I know just what you mean."
    "Fuck that shit!" Curtis stated sharply. "It ain't no skin off your ass no way, is it, George?"

    George shook his head quickly. "Naw," he answered, the lie revealed in every line in his face. "Why the shit should I care what some dumb-ass spic goes and does? As long as it wasn't my money, I could care less."
    Both the black men knew at once that the man was lying to them. Curtis asked the question that was on both of their minds. "I hope that shit don't cause us to fall out over the dope you sell me, George. I mean, I dig you and all that shit, but my money comes too damn hard for me to get some bunk for it."
    "Hey, amigo, this is George you're talkin' to. Like I said, whatever some other cat goes and does don't mean shit to me, and if it did, I wouldn't let it come before me and my business, Curtis."
    Curtis nodded his head in agreement. "I'm hoping you see it thataway, George, because if we work it right, there will be plenty of green stuff in it for both of us."
    "Yeah, man," Dan said, speaking his