300 lbs of Gold
“Didtcha?” I asked.
“He hee heeee…Hail
no! Da be lotsa mofoes selling det shit, ya na det.”
“Anyway, I managed ta
sell da sto for a nice prof, and went ina bidness widim. It’s my money, man, so I can do wat eva I want in hea. Ya dig?”
“Yea, I can diggit.”
“So, show me watcha
gots, dudio!”
I did and he bought a
ton of my tops. I became his consultant, and when I didn’t have something he wanted, I found out where he could get it, and
told him. Within a month, his store was not only a jewelry store, it was also a
cool boutique, and there were all kinds of babes shopping in it. Jaime was one
lucky dude, I always believed he was born with a rabbit’s foot up his ass. At the
time gold was around thirty five dorllars an ounce.
I was in the store
one day when Chino
says,
“Yo Jaime, we should
buy some gold, man.”
“Really, he smiled?”
“Yea man, I can do gold bangles as well as
silver ones, and git mo dough, ya na. Besides gold never loses value, man.”
“Wada ya thunk,
dude,” he asked me.
“Well man, he’s right
it never loses value, it only goes up. Lately it’s been going up too.
“Yea man, an gold
bangles bring mo dough, man.” Chino
added.
“Ya jest sed det!”
Never one to do
things in haste, he researched it. Then one day he went out, and bought ten
thousand dollars worth, almost three hundred pounds, and put it in the safe. It
was a secret, nobody knew about it except him, and Chino.
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