I entered Reefer Rick’s house without knocking, like usual. I made my way to the living room and sat down, waiting for Rick to show up. I got out a joint and light it, wondering when Rick was gonna make an appearance. That’s when I heard a noise upstairs followed by footsteps. Rick wasn’t home so who the hell was here? Maybe some junkie girl? Sometimes they went right to the supplier just to avoid having to pay since I didn’t do that kinda stuff, cash or nothing was my rule.