Day CCV

Getting Rich!

     “Wat happened to ya old man’s shop?”

     “Oi taut he was gonna leave it tamee, but he sold it, and retired to Puerto Rico.”

     “No shit!”

     “Dat facked me up fo a long time, then one day I met Jaime hea, and we hooked up. So watcha gots, uh?”

     “Funny shit, man, I was just about to call ya!” Jaime chined in and showed him.

   “I can make deeze wit my eyes closed…is ya selling a lot adem?”

   “Some from time to time, but fak be lotsa peeps selling em.”

   “So why ya selling em?”

    “They’re part a my line, I carry petite tops fo young ladies, but ya supposed to be a jewelry sto, so dat’s wat I came in wit.”

     “Nah dat inast me, man…I’ve been thinking about getting into dat,” Jaime smiled as he rubbed his palms together.

     “Then ya waits right hea dude!”

     When I returned, Chino was in the back. Since Jaime felt comfortable with me, knowing I knew somebody he knew, he opened up.

     “When I was ina joint, da haid shrinkahs told me if I applied myself to legit endeavors, I was bound ta succeed. So when I got out, I woiked fo a while, and one day I saw an empty sto…bin empty fo a long too. Da landlord was a friend of a friend, and let me have it cheap. Spent two years da, selling sundries an shit ya na. But I always wanned ta git ina sompen else. When I met Chino, he convinced me to get ina jewry, tol me we wuds gits rich.”

     He lit up a Salem, inhaled deeply, and smiled. Funny how peeps in the inner city smoke menthols. I guess those dumb ass advs about rich peeps on yachts, horses, and airplanes are effective. They go deep into our hearts and make some of us think if we smoke the freaking things, we’ll be successful too, just like them. What a load a shit!