I reach into my ashtray and pull out a half-smoked Dutch. I spark it, take a hit, then hold the smoke in my lungs before slowly blowin’ it out. I switch the cell’s ringer from QUIET to NORMAL, tossin’ the phone over on the passenger seat. On some real shit, though, I had no intentions of keepin’ this bitch’s Acura coupe out all night. I just planned to run up to Connecticut, fuck ole girl real quick, then swing back through and hit Tamera off wit’ some of this good lovin’. But shit didn’t go down like that. On the way, I stopped off in Brooklyn to give my peoples Electra—this little Dominican and black chick—her weekly feedin’, and scoop up a few dollars from her ass. Yo, this sexy-ass broad is a true dick washer. I swear this ho gotta clit in her throat. I never seen a chick nut the way she does by just suckin’ a nigga’s dick. Her throat game is wicked. I ended up stayin’ almost two hours with her, lettin’ her spit shine this nozzle, and gargle up these balls. And as an extra treat, I dicked her down nice ’n slow—after she hit me off wit’ some paper, of course—wit’ eight inches of this dick ’cause that’s all she can take. But she loves this good shit. And she has no problem linin’ a nigga’s pockets wit’ paper she gets from some other nigga she’s fuckin’. By the time I bounced from her spot—wit’ three Benjamins in pocket—it was already three o’clock.

I finish my blunt, then spark another one, takin’ three hits before reachin’ for my cell. I flip it open. Take a deep breath, and dial, knowin’ this ho is ’bout to fuck up my high. Watch.

“Hello?!” she snaps, soundin’ all wired up ’n shit.