You’re my favorite dealer, had the best stuff, always cheap, even on a first name basis. Best buds.

But recently you’ve been trying to get me to do this less, and been giving me less ‘substances.’

We stood in the ally, I was practically shaking- “Come on mann- just a bit more. I can get you more cash-“ I haggle, practically begging.

Ben chimes in, not that you could tell, “You know, they’re right.”

I whip my head around to look at him, “Shut up!”

I turn back to you, “Please-?”