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See, we’ll have Montana’s workers working for us on the low.”
    â€œLatiefe, you know what?” I butted in disrespectfully. “We should go into the candy store, play Lotto, and hope that tomorrow we’ll be millionaires, ’cause we probably have a better chance of hitting Lotto than we have of doing what you’re sayin’. I mean, I don’t know, but your plan sounds too easy, and things just don’t click like that on the street.”
    Tee barked and raised his hand as if he was gonna smack me. He snapped back at me.
    â€œHolz, what the . . . Yo, you think I’m stupid or what!? I know what I’m doing! Now let me finish. Damn! A’ight, see now, if we pay Montana’s workers forty dollars for every one hundred, they’ll sell for us on the low. I’m telling y’all they’ll do it for that kind of money! Money talks and everything else walks. I guarantee you that they’ll pump for us. We’ll just tell them to keep pushing Montana’s garbage for him and at the same time they’ll be knocking off our work. The only thing is that they would have to keep it on the low. Donnie, what do you think?”
    Donnie was deliberately slow to respond as he thought about the question. He looked toward the ceiling, bit a piece of his bacon, and then replied.
    â€œIt could work, but peep this. You own a business and you’re grossing a hundred thousand a week consistently. Then for no reason at all you consistently start grossing twenty thousand a week, yet your store has the same number of customers coming in as you did before your drop in sales and there’s no shortage of inventory. How do you explain that? And if you’re the owner of that business what do you do?” Tee paused before answering.
    â€œYeah I see where you’re coming from,” Tee said. “But, yo, life ain’t perfect and there’s drawbacks to everything. Doctors work bad hours, priests can’t have sex, and we just have to deal with Montana making less dough. But hey, everybody knows that the greater the risk, the bigger the return on your investment. Y’all feel me on this?”
    We all agreed as we started to see where Tee was coming from with his John Gotti-like mastermind plan.
    â€œNow, Donnie, you gots to get like twenty workers who you know that would do this for us and wouldn’t open their mouths and rat us out. ’Cause I’m sayin’, a kid could easily say, ‘Yeah I’ll do it,’ and front like he’s down with us, then out of hopes of getting promoted to lieutenant, go back and tell how we’re scheming. So when you approach them cats you gotta come at them with mad game and sell this idea like it’s surefire. In your pitch make sure you remind them how Montana has been jerking them for all of this time and how they could literally double their earnings overnight! And oh yeah, make sure you remind them of what they could do with all of the extra loot that they’ve long deserved to make.”
    â€œI see where you’re coming from,” Donnie responded. “Don’t worry, kid. I got game, no doubt about that. If I can get people to try crack for the first time with them fully knowing how addictive it is, then you know that I got game. ’Cause I’m yo pushaaaa.”
    After a brief second of laughter from the crew, Donnie continued.
    â€œBut for real, though, I know mad dealers, myself included, that Montana has been jerking. Sometimes he’ll give us five dollars for every hundred, you know what I’m sayin’? So niggas be like what the hell am I risking going to jail and getting shot up and all of that for got damn McDonald’s and Burger King type wages? So, Tee, all we gots to do is get the work. Knocking it off ain’t gonna be a problem. We know the risks, so what’s up? Whatcha waaant, nigga?”
    â€œAhhh! We gon’ get paid!” we all