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a small-framed woman approached saying, “Percs and Oxys! Baby whatchu need?” Cho looked at her like she was crazy. Before he could respond, an older man directly behind him spoke. “Do you have some met?”

      The woman nodded. “Excuse me sugar, wit your cute self.” She grinned at Cho with most of her teeth missing.

      Cho just smiled and continued his search for Radi. He wasn’t upstairs. Cho looked over the railing down to the marketplace. The typical mayhem was bustling everywhere. He managed to spot Radi getting a cup of lemonade at Pretzel Time and went down to join him.

      “A yo! Get me one too. I’ma go get me a sandwich from Mary Mervis.” Radi nodded back. Cho went and got a shrimp salad sandwich, a bag of chips and four chicken wings. By the time he returned to the eatery upstairs, Radi was already seated.

      “What you get?”

      “Same shit you got.” They began their meal.

      “What took you so long?” Radi asked while biting into his sandwich.

      “I was fucking.”

      “Who?”

      “Sheila.”

      Radi started laughing. “Your wife?”

      “That ain’t my wife!”

      “Whatever!”

      Radi always called Sheila Cho’s wife. He knew better, but that was his way of getting on Cho for riding his back about Tiff.

      “Nigga, just ‘cause you married don’t mean that I have to be. It’s too many bitches out here, and I rather do me than get caught up again. Besides, you all in love and faithful and shit. I got to fuck for the both of us. You know you washed up.” Radi became quiet and took a bite into his chicken wing. His plan had backfired. He quickly changed the subject as he broke his chicken wing apart. He was curious to know about the shop that Cho’s cousin Randy had just opened.

      “What’s up wit your cousin and them? How that shit lookin’?”

      “It’s chill for right now. I haven’t talked to him today but I think once the word gets out, he should be good for at least 10. What’s up with your boys?”

      Radi grunted. “That’s what I wanted to holla at you about. Knockers ran up in Ms. Cindy’s house this morning. Tato hit the window and was able to get the gun and whatever packs he could get out of there. Lor Shan and Cupcake got caught though. I have to link up with Tato to see what all they found, but it couldn’t have been much if he said he got away with some shit.”

      Cho shook his head. These things happened all the time. It was a part of the game. The more money they made, the more losses they took. It was normal. “Where was Ms. Cindy?” he asked.

      “Yo said she had nodded out over her girlfriend’s house and hadn’t been home.” “What’s their bails?”

      “Like I said, I have to holla at yo. As slow as the bookings is, I doubt if they got processed yet. I should know something by later. Everything else is cool,” he said, still feeding his face.

      “You talk to Pimp yet?”

      “Naw. Matter of fact, let me hit yo right now.” Radi wiped the chicken grease from his fingers and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed Pimp’s number as Cho looked on, still eating his food. The phone rang twice before Pimp answered, “What’s up my nig?”

      “Ain’t shit, chillin, chillin. I’m on the underpath coming from up the Village. Where you at?”

      “Me and Cho down the market.”

      “Aight. I’ll be there in a minute.” He hung up before anyone had a chance to reply.

      Cho and Radi sat in silence until they finished their food. Cho had a puzzling look on his face. “A yo. I hope Ol’ Head can keep that shit.”

      “I know,” Radi replied. “That shit is a monster. Fiends say they ain’t had no smack like that in years. Tato said two bitches went out on that shit just the other day. That’s probably why it’s so hot down there.”

      As soon as he finished his statement, Pimp walked up. A much taller version of his fallen brother, the major difference in his look was the close-cut Caeser and Bin Laden goatee he wore, along with five-carat studs in each ear. He was always being mistaken for a professional basketball player. That assumption might have been right if he hadn’t chosen the block over books. Swervo and Pimp had come up playing basketball for Bentalou Rec. Pimp made a name for himself and was recruited to play for Towson Catholic High School. Alongside Carmelo Anthony, they dominated the Catholic league. But when Melo left to play in Virginia, Pimp decided to get money like his brother.

      Swervo was upset and wouldn’t put Pimp on. So he went out on his own and started hustling in Edmonson Village with some homeboys. After he got knocked off a few times, though, Swervo agreed to take him under his wing. He felt like Pimp was going to do it anyway, so he might as well keep an eye on him and make him do it right.

      Swervo used to always talk about Pimp making it to the NBA. That was his dream. Too bad that shit never came true.

      “What’s up fellas?” Pimp shook both of their hands.

      “What’s up?” they replied.

      “How shit looking up the village?” Cho asked.

      “Lovely. I was just making my rounds,” Pimp said as he took a seat. “I need to drop some T’s up Garrison though. Some niggas came out with something alright. It ain’t fuckin’ with our shit, but I wanna show the fiends some love and make them forget about that other shit.”

      “Cool. I’ll call Terrell and let him know to make you up some,” Radi said. “How many you tryin’ to give out?”

      “Like 200.”

      “That’s cool.”

      “Alright, that’s a bet.” He looked at Cho. “What’s up with the bitches, Cho?”

      “You got ‘em, you tell me,” Cho smiled. Pimp reminded him so much of Swervo. They looked and acted so much alike, he thought. Swervo used to ask him the same question. “They probably down . . .” Before Cho could finish his statement, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the ID to see who it was, then answered.

      “Woeday… Oh yeah?... Alright, let me know if you see them niggas again…Alright…later.”

      Damn, Cho thought. Just as he was thinking about Swervo, Leroy called to tell him that he was in in Owings Mills Mall and saw the dudes who killed his nigga. Cho didn’t want to repeat it because he knew how Pimp would react. Leroy was with his family so he couldn't do shit. By the time they got to the mall from downtown, them niggas would be long gone anyway. There was no need to fuck up niggas’ moods for nothing. He just sighed.

      Radi saw the expression on his face. “Who was that?” he asked.

      “Oh, ain’t nuttin’. That was Leroy.”

      “Is everything cool?” Pimp asked.

      “Yeah, everything is everything. When you wanna drop?” Cho asked, trying to take the focus off of himself.

      “Tomorrow. That way we’ll be good for the weekend.”

      “I feel you. I’ma call Terrell.”

      Terrell was their table man. It was his job to mix the dope for them. They dealt with so much heroin every day that they didn’t have time to scramble it themselves. Terrell stayed at the table every day, so he had it to a science.

      Cho hit Terrell on the phone. He always waited until the fourth ring to pick up.

      “Hello?”

      “What’s up, nigga? A, make sure you put a 2x white T-shirt in that bag for Pimp. Make sure it’s tight too, like a Rocawear or Polo or something.”

      Terrell

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