Hello guys,
It's your potential blogger here again.
Greetings people, I hope you are having / had a wonderful day.
So yesterday I was watching a movie that reminded me of a certain story I was writing and is still to be completed. Thanks Pablo Escobar for the reminder 馃槀馃槀馃槀.
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Tomi woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, he was still pissed off by him customer who robbed him of some drugs the previous night, he was still thinking of the event and he wanted nothing less than a classic revenge. "nastycee won't be pleased that I lost those drugs to a stupid client" He thought. Then suddenly his own hunger for a taste of some cocaine came in a rush as he took a look at his merchandise at the far corner of his mum's basement. Trying to control himself he started pacing round the room to get his mind off the drugs when suddenly he got the greatest idea "I could have a little and blame it on the scum" He thought, after all business has been going smoothly for nastycee on his angle so one mess up shouldn't piss nascycee off. With this, he took a little portion of cocaine from his pile and hid it in his closet and headed to see nastycee without even considering a bath.
This time, Tomi didn't need to steal a ticket to get on the train because he was making so much money from the sales of nastycee's drugs, but he was still as rough and unkept as he had been. He got down from the train at the downtown station and took a taxi to devange. As usual the bouncers let him in and he went straight to nastycees corner.
Nastycee was having a blast at the club when he spotted Tomi heading to the DJ's corner where he thought he might find him. "Esse still thinks he can find me there, how clueless he is." nastycee thought. With that he went to speak with Tomi.
Tomi was still headed for the DJ's corner when he had a tap on his shoulder. "whatta gwan amigo you search'n for me?" nastycee spoke in such a way that would make anyone smile but not Tomi, at least for today because Tomi had come to nastycee with yet another problem that had numbed his sense of humour. "am good uncle nasty but I've come to you with something I think might be a problem" Tomi replied. "how many years have yo been dealing for me boy?" nastycee said "five years" Tomi replied. Nastycee gave Tomi a stern look for a moment and then smiled and replied "Then yo should know that there's no problem to big for yo uncle nastycee" he said with the smile still on his face "you may lay yo worries on me boy" He continued.
They took a sit at the VIP section of the club and Tomi spared no time in explaining his ordeal with his customer. Nastycee wasn't pleased with Tomi's story and in a flare of anger he yelled
"Fucking retard think he can rob me dealer?"
"I'll show 'em a lesson"
"Tell me who this..." he was about saying when Tomi replied him without even waiting for nastycee to complete his sentence "he goes by the name migos and he lives at the south side avenue". Nastycee took out a pen from his pocket and the signalled the bar boy to bring him a piece of paper which he did.
Immediately nastycee got the paper he wrote down a number on it and passed it over to Tomi. "call 'em and tell 'em uncle nasty sent ya, they'll know what to do". Tomi glanced through the number before putting it into his pocket. "Thanks uncle nasty I'll call 'em". Nastycee smiled and replied "you're getting into dipper water kid, I hope you swim good". With that Tomi left the club.
Immediately he was out, he called the number even though he was having second thoughts about it but he hadn't much choice.
After a few beeps, someone picked up and asked "what?" in a deep voice. Tomi pulsed for a sec and finally replied "uncle nasty sent me". The voice then spoke "met me under the stonebrok bridge in fourth eight hours and don't be late".
#To be continued.
