PimpMasterA
08-23-2010, 03:30 PM
"Well get the fuck out then!," he was on his feet and shouting at the top of his voice. This was becoming a regular occurrence for him.
Adam was a small time dealer, an amateur really. He bought in small sizes of weed, cut a little out for himself and sold the rest on, to many of the youth living on an estate near by.
Besides his job seekers benefits this was his only form of income.
"All I'm saying man, is that your eights are getting smaller and your prices are staying the same" the weedy looking kid, now standing at the door replied.
"And like I said before either pay what I'm asking or get the fuck out." Adams answers was definitive and not wanting to spend the night sober the kid handed over his cash and took the small bag of weed from Adam down into the small street below and began walking home.
Adam lived in a small flat in the middle of a tiny village in the heart of the British country side. He'd been offered the place here after his parents had kicked him out for smoking pot in his room.
This place was nothing like London where he had lived previously, it was extremely quite and although holding an estate on its edge populated heavily by people in their late teens and early twenties, the village had no form of night life, besides a small pub not far from his house - which seemed empty almost all of the time.
This was of course besides one young guy who he often saw leaving the place at closing time. "The posh cunt" he often though as the young guy stepped into the street wearing sharp looking suits with a black jacket to match on colder nights.
Adam watched this guy most nights walk below him on the street and regularly though about mugging him, he'd even gone down onto the street with the intention once, but he must have been heard as the suited youth ran off into the dark.
Adam had few customers and no friends, not many people associated with him, and they had good reason. He lived alone in a small flat, barely inhabitable. With nothing more than a sofa to sit and sleep on and a small refrigerator in the corner of the room.
The one friend he did have finally left when Adam revealed that he thought he might be gay, labelling him as a 'fucking queer'. Even the local shop assistant only spoke to him when asking for the money his weekly shopping had totalled.
To anyone in the village who didn't buy pot occasionally he was invisible.
Adam was a small time dealer, an amateur really. He bought in small sizes of weed, cut a little out for himself and sold the rest on, to many of the youth living on an estate near by.
Besides his job seekers benefits this was his only form of income.
"All I'm saying man, is that your eights are getting smaller and your prices are staying the same" the weedy looking kid, now standing at the door replied.
"And like I said before either pay what I'm asking or get the fuck out." Adams answers was definitive and not wanting to spend the night sober the kid handed over his cash and took the small bag of weed from Adam down into the small street below and began walking home.
Adam lived in a small flat in the middle of a tiny village in the heart of the British country side. He'd been offered the place here after his parents had kicked him out for smoking pot in his room.
This place was nothing like London where he had lived previously, it was extremely quite and although holding an estate on its edge populated heavily by people in their late teens and early twenties, the village had no form of night life, besides a small pub not far from his house - which seemed empty almost all of the time.
This was of course besides one young guy who he often saw leaving the place at closing time. "The posh cunt" he often though as the young guy stepped into the street wearing sharp looking suits with a black jacket to match on colder nights.
Adam watched this guy most nights walk below him on the street and regularly though about mugging him, he'd even gone down onto the street with the intention once, but he must have been heard as the suited youth ran off into the dark.
Adam had few customers and no friends, not many people associated with him, and they had good reason. He lived alone in a small flat, barely inhabitable. With nothing more than a sofa to sit and sleep on and a small refrigerator in the corner of the room.
The one friend he did have finally left when Adam revealed that he thought he might be gay, labelling him as a 'fucking queer'. Even the local shop assistant only spoke to him when asking for the money his weekly shopping had totalled.
To anyone in the village who didn't buy pot occasionally he was invisible.