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sometimes got confused trying to explain all of the relationships of the inhabitants of that house. But to make it simple, Earl and Wiggie were blood brothers and they chilled with us all of the time, so basically they were down with us.
    â€œHolz, what took you so long?” Latiefe asked. “Even Randy was ready before you.”
    â€œYo, I fell back asleep, “ I said, smiling. “But I’m here, so what’s the deal, fella?”
    Randy suggested that we go to IHOP for breakfast. So we all jumped into cabs and headed for the IHOP on Hillside Avenue in Jamaica, Queens. Once we got there we all sat down and waited to order. Although no one had given us permission, we pushed three tables together so that we could all eat at the same spot.
    Everyone ordered food except for Earl and Wiggie. They held some superstitious theory that eating breakfast caused them to have bad luck, whatever that meant. But to hell with that, because the rest of us weren’t holding back, the food was good, and it was filling.
    â€œYo, y’all, we didn’t come here to eat,” Latiefe said after sipping his orange juice. “We came here to discuss this narcotics thing.” All eyes were on Latiefe, who no one had seen since we had come back from the Apollo earlier in the week.
    â€œI’ve been here and there the past couple of days, trying to get everything situated and set up,” he continued. “I’ve been talking to some people, trying to figure out just how we’re gonna do this. And I got it figured out, so check it. This is how we’re gonna do this . . .
    â€œNow Donnie, you’re the only one of us that’s out there hustling already. You ain’t big time yet. I mean you’re selling drugs hand to hand for that cat Montana. And you know Montana is paid, but you, you’re making out a’ight, enough loot to buy you some new clothes or whateva, but come on, tell me, don’t you want that big loot? That 850 BMW loot? Big time, baby, that’s what I’m talking about! Big time! We don’t have time for that hand to hand nickel and dime watch out for Five-O nonsense.
    â€œMontana, Fat Cat, Supreme, all of those big time hustlers are already out there and established with a firm grip on their spots. They’re paid and they plan to keep getting paid. They have spots sewn up and those niggas don’t want no extra competition. It took them too long to get to the top and they plan on staying there. But you know what? They never really had to worry about competition until now. And no, before y’all even ask, I ain’t talking ’bout us trying to knock one of them off ’cause that drug war slash turf war violence ain’t necessary. We can save that for the movies. And even if we did start a war, there are mad heads waiting in line ready to take their places, so if we started a drug war, we would be fighting that war forever.”
    â€œSo then, Tee, how are we gonna get out there?” Randy asked. “We can’t just start off boom! Straight to the top. Everybody in the drug business started off low level like Donnie, going hand to hand on the street, and then they worked their way up until they controlled blocks and became kingpins.” All eyes shifted from Randy back to Latiefe.
    â€œRandy and everybody else, listen. Montana, Supreme, Fat Cat, and all them niggas are paying their workers twenty dollars for every one hundred dollars worth of drugs that they sell. See, money goes to money. Hand to hand kids don’t understand economics, and that’s why Montana is so paid. Now listen, that’s what we have to take advantage of. We have to play with the economics.
    â€œSee, we go buy some weed, coke, heroin, or whateva, and bag it ourselves. Then we give it to those niggas going hand to hand on the corner. We could hit all of Merrick Boulevard, all of Laurelton, all of Far Rockaway, all of Montana’s territory.