IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: KELVIN F JACKSON
chill. But I got madd shit to do tonight. Sunday we gonna get down though, drinks and trees on me , ” said K.
“That’s what’s up,” said Justice.
K knew Lonnie was only looking out for his best interest as well as his own by screaming on Justice. Lonnie removed himself from the table and directed K to follow him into the house. The interior of the home was furnished with all the latest rent-a- center exclusives. A 60 inch HD flat screen was the first thing that was noticed after entering the front door. His daughter’s Mya and Moesha were enjoying themselves playing X-Box-360 in the small living room as Lonnie’s wife of 12 years lounged on a large green leather loveseat.
“I fried some chicken and made some bangin’ ass mac and c heese if you hungry K,” said Lonnie’s old lady Gwen.
K had the munchies but he was more focused on handling his business and getting up outta dodge. He saw the look on Blass’s face and knew that he was trying to grub. The munchies had that niggah too.
“Why don’t you fix my man Blass a plate and if you got some paper plates and aluminum foil, fix me up something to go while me and Lonnie handle business.”
“Go ahead and hook that up babe. We’ll be out in about ten minutes,” said Lonnie.
As they headed into Lonnie’s bedroom, K said to Blass over his shoulder, “I’ll be right out.”
“Man you got here just in time. I only got eleven of them thangs left and the fiends been runnin all day long,” said Lonnie going into his closet.
K had had a drop floor stash spot installed to hold all the work in Lonnie’s bedroom closet floor the week before. Lonnie removed two large $TAXXX of bills and tossed them on the bed.
“That’s $7000; $3500 in each stack. You know I always make yours first. I’ve had that there for a few hours now.”
K sat down and removed the rubber bands off the money and began counting. That was one rule he had when it came to his paper. Always count money during a transaction. By the time K finished counting his money Lonnie was patiently waiting and counting his own. As K put the rubber bands back on his $TAXXX, there was a knock at the bedroom door. It was Lonnie’s chick.
“Babe I know you handlin business, but you got about six customers out here,” she said through the door.
“Aight-aight. I’ll be right out,” he looked at K. “See what I’m sayin K? This shit is poppin!”
“ I’ma go and put this paper up and I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”
As they exited Lonnie’s bedroom K saw the line of customers waiting to be served. The first one to catch his eye was the skinny white dude. He looked out of place and extremely nervous. Lonnie noticed the expression on K’s face.
“Paul. Why don’t you wait in my room? I’ll be in there in a minute,” Lonnie said to the cab driver.
After Paul went into Lonnie’s bedroom, Lonnie turned to K.
“I saw the look on your face and I’ve seen him get high enough times to know he aint no cop. He drives for SUNSET YELLOW cabs. He usually rounds up his friend’s money and comes to holla at me alone. But I keep tellin him about comin round here in that big yellow cab.”
“Look Lon. This is your show and you been runnin ’ it for a while. All I ask is that you use your best judgment. I got a lot invested in you,” said K.
“Yo, K. Come and check this shit
“That’s what’s up,” said Justice.
K knew Lonnie was only looking out for his best interest as well as his own by screaming on Justice. Lonnie removed himself from the table and directed K to follow him into the house. The interior of the home was furnished with all the latest rent-a- center exclusives. A 60 inch HD flat screen was the first thing that was noticed after entering the front door. His daughter’s Mya and Moesha were enjoying themselves playing X-Box-360 in the small living room as Lonnie’s wife of 12 years lounged on a large green leather loveseat.
“I fried some chicken and made some bangin’ ass mac and c heese if you hungry K,” said Lonnie’s old lady Gwen.
K had the munchies but he was more focused on handling his business and getting up outta dodge. He saw the look on Blass’s face and knew that he was trying to grub. The munchies had that niggah too.
“Why don’t you fix my man Blass a plate and if you got some paper plates and aluminum foil, fix me up something to go while me and Lonnie handle business.”
“Go ahead and hook that up babe. We’ll be out in about ten minutes,” said Lonnie.
As they headed into Lonnie’s bedroom, K said to Blass over his shoulder, “I’ll be right out.”
“Man you got here just in time. I only got eleven of them thangs left and the fiends been runnin all day long,” said Lonnie going into his closet.
K had had a drop floor stash spot installed to hold all the work in Lonnie’s bedroom closet floor the week before. Lonnie removed two large $TAXXX of bills and tossed them on the bed.
“That’s $7000; $3500 in each stack. You know I always make yours first. I’ve had that there for a few hours now.”
K sat down and removed the rubber bands off the money and began counting. That was one rule he had when it came to his paper. Always count money during a transaction. By the time K finished counting his money Lonnie was patiently waiting and counting his own. As K put the rubber bands back on his $TAXXX, there was a knock at the bedroom door. It was Lonnie’s chick.
“Babe I know you handlin business, but you got about six customers out here,” she said through the door.
“Aight-aight. I’ll be right out,” he looked at K. “See what I’m sayin K? This shit is poppin!”
“ I’ma go and put this paper up and I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”
As they exited Lonnie’s bedroom K saw the line of customers waiting to be served. The first one to catch his eye was the skinny white dude. He looked out of place and extremely nervous. Lonnie noticed the expression on K’s face.
“Paul. Why don’t you wait in my room? I’ll be in there in a minute,” Lonnie said to the cab driver.
After Paul went into Lonnie’s bedroom, Lonnie turned to K.
“I saw the look on your face and I’ve seen him get high enough times to know he aint no cop. He drives for SUNSET YELLOW cabs. He usually rounds up his friend’s money and comes to holla at me alone. But I keep tellin him about comin round here in that big yellow cab.”
“Look Lon. This is your show and you been runnin ’ it for a while. All I ask is that you use your best judgment. I got a lot invested in you,” said K.
“Yo, K. Come and check this shit
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