Crack fiend battles crack fiend for the right and privilege to cut the grass in the drug dealer’s yard.
Dealer: I don’t want no trouble in my place.
Fiend1: but I was there first.
Fiend2: no way! I see when you come up the hill.
Fiend1: Where you was? Where you was?
Fiend2:
Laughing
Fiend2: Daddy just give me the job man. Mister not ready yet.
Fiend1: Hell wit you.
Dealer: when you all ready call me. I’m going inside. I don’t have time for shit.
He goes inside leaving them outside the fence.
They start fighting almost immediately. Eventually Fiend1 runs away vowing to come back with his cutlass.
Later the Dealer and his lover comes back out drinking beer and smoking spliffs. They watch Fiend2 with amused looks.
Dealer: man you ready?
Fiend2: lemme smoke a ting first.
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Rum shop bursting with liquor fiends.
ShopKeeper: make up your mind pure. Beer or harders?
Pure: lemme open my eyes with a harders.
Fiends erupt in raucous laughter.
Fiend1: Pure you was taking a rest man?
Shopkeeper: ya pure was hiding in a computer
Pure: ya on the net man.
He drinks it down in one gulp and takes another.
Pure: man cannot walk on one foot.
Fiend2: better believe that soldier.
Fiend3: where you going Meshy? De man checking his vibes.
Meshy enters flashing his dread locks and a fifty dollar bill.
Meshy: shut up your mouth. I paying for all Pure rum! Shopkeeper laughs.
Shopkeeper: better believe it is pure rum.
Rum shop breaks out in mad laughter. Meshy drinks three in a row. Pure drinks another. He leaves with Meshy and a bottle. Fiends forget them and salivate on the spanish girls who have entered the shop.
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