Over the course of time, I began to feel bad about the lifestyle that I was living. I knew at some point that I would have to face the sad truth about the person staring back at me in the mirror. I was losing family and friends over rumors and I was losing my mind over the reality of it all. The worst part about it all is that I had absolutely no one to turn to or even talk to about it. I was dying inside. The doctors said that Natalie had only a year left to live. The feds had me under investigation about the counterfeit money and for a major cocaine conspiracy. My kids where being bounced around from school to school and city to city in the middle of a custody battle. My houses and cars were being broken into. All the women I had been dealing with started to fall back. Most people would have seen the signs of destruction approaching and do something different with their lives. But I was all in and even though I was down to my last dime, I had to plot on my next move. In the streets, it's chess not checkers. I had a white girl named Cynthia working for me at my shop in Crystal River. She knew all the white boys in town that had major weight. All I needed was a few pounds of weed to come up. So I gave her a call. "Hey Cynthia, I need a favor. I need you to find me about 10 pounds of good weed. I just cashed my income tax check and my plug is out of weed until next week. I need you to handle that asap". She hung up and called me back 30 minutes later. "I found a friend that has a few different strains of weed. Come pick me up and I will take you to his house so you can check it out". I called my cousin Carlos to drive the get away car. I drove to pick up Carlos and then we went to pick up Cynthia. The 3 of us went to the white boy house that had the weed. We recently rung the door bell and Cynthia walked in first not knowing what I was up to. All she wanted to do was get high. Carlos waited in my Cadillac which we had purposely backed into the drive way. I told him to keep the car running and in drive. I told him to keep the passenger side window down because I was going to run out of the house with the weed and jump through the window of the car. "Bro, when I jump in the car window, just hit the gas". Cynthia had got out of the car before me and didn't know I was about to take the weed and run.The plan was set while me and Cynthia sat in his living room. He started to bring out pound after pound of weed. After about 10 minutes of looking at weed, I grabbed 2 of the biggest bags that had 5 pounds of weed in each bag and burst through his front screen door that was left open. I jumped head first into the waiting get away car and Carlos hit the gas. We fish tailed out of the drive way and sped away from the house while Cynthia was left to deal with aftermath. We went out of the neighborhood a different way than we had cone in. "Cuz, pull over right here so I can dump the weed in the woods and hide it incase the white boy call the police. We'll come back later in a different car to get it". Later that night we went to pick up the weed that I had stashed and took it to my house to weigh it. It was 10 pounds of hydro. Street value was well over $30,000 because hydro was going for around $3,000 per pound. I happily gave Carlos a pound. We broke out a box of blunts and started to smoke until we were speechless. It was a good lick. I was worried about Cynthia though so I called to check on her. She answered the phone and started cursing me out. She called me every name in the book and hung up the phone. She said the white boy had slapped her around and took her earnings and kicked her out of the house. I knew he wouldn't do much to her. He probably had hundreds of pounds in that house. Cynthia never talked to me again but I didn't care. I was just down to my last hundred dollars and now I'm $30,000 up. All in all, it was a good day.
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