The air would be tainted with a strong smell of marijuana followed by Richi, PinkPanther and Timon sitting in a undisclosed location in Las Vegas. 

I spent my next few days in a bordered up house with three ounces of weed, PinkPanther and Timon tagged along to guard the door well we got to work. 28 grams per a ounce. I broke each ounce down to one gram per a bag as some of the Summerlin Gang showed me how they do it in the states. After the weed was bagged up and ready to go i hit the Las Vegas strip handing out samples to people that smoked and a address to show up at if they needed more. The first lot of people looked confused and intimidated till i opened my mouth and started laughing. "Relax I'm just here to make my money". I told them with a grin on my face. The house we used had been abandoned for what looked like a life-time, run down and smashed up it was the perfect place to sell out of. As the day turned to night i made my way back to the spot. I tapped twice on the left side of the door and once on the right side so Timon could answer the door without PinkPanther shooting my ass. Upon me making my way inside both duos greeted me with a cheeky smile on their face. 

Richi: What are you two smiling at? I just busted my ass walking the streets i ain't in the mood.

PinkPanther laughs as he replys: Shut up man, thanks to your Somalian ass we sold half the product!

Timon grunts as he speaks: Loosen up Richi, we made some good money today the boss will be happy so don't worry about it.

PinkPanther grins punching Richi in the ribs softly: Yeah loosen up we made sales today! It's not the best gig but $20 a gram ain't bad for starting out. 

Richi sighs loudly: I guess so, you guy's are right... My bad. Look I'm going to rest for half an hour keep your eyes open. Will swap in shifts for sleeping. We don't want to be caught with our pants down.

The atmosphere around the trio would be filled with laughter as Richi went and layed down in one of the rooms. Throughout the night various customers came and knocked, some asking for hand outs and some tryna pay a little less but unless you had the money ten expect to be knocked out on the porch. The trio took turns at resting and swaping shifts. The next few days ran soomthly with running back and fourth to reload on drugs they were making a killing and the Boss was getting his cut so everythingwas square! Well so we thought...

Rici could be heard shouting from the front door as he peaked outside quickly turning and proceeding to dash towards the back of the house. Timon and PinkPanther had already dashed out the back door having grabbed the weed and money. Police sirens rung through out the vicinity as cops closed in on the house. Just as Richi exits out the back. A cop twice his size pummels the young Somalian male to the ground, retrieving his handcuffs restraining poor Richi. "You've fucked up now mate, we are taking you down town. You have the right to remain silent, that any thing you say could be used against you in a court of law, that you have the right to contact a lawyer and that if you cannot afford a lawyer, that one will be provided before any questioning if so desired." As the cop brought me to my feet i nodded my head to show i understood, my heart sunk in to my stomach as i was taken away in hand cuffs. The cops searched the premises for anything illegal, much to their surprise nothing was found. Richi was taken down town for questioning about the illegal sale of drugs and why he was in the abandon house. The minute Richi knew they had no evidence he begin to smile at the officers. Which made them angry, as they took him to a holding cell that night he was beaten till he looked black and blue. Richi spent that night silently crying himself to sleep as the officers came the next morning to release him due to lack of evidence. The police officers handed him a trespass notice for the abandoned house. Meanwhile back in Summerlin Timon and PinkPanther waited for Richi's return as they both knew where he was...