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| A day in the life of a young earner | Started by: sinstarragain on May 24, '08 00:26 |
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My day started a little later than most. I have no desire to be introduced to New York Traffic in the mornings. I stumble outta bed around 9:30am. Just enough time to get most people through the local 7-11 for there morning joe, and rush off to there boring 9-5's. I grab a fast shower, shave, and brush my teeth. I may be in the life of crime, but that is no excuse for poor hygiene. I crab my trusted Springfield 1911a1 .45 autos. These beatuies have a great finish, perfect balance, and I got them from an ex FBI hostage rescue team member. I finish getting dressed, a Brooks Brothers black suit, handmade right here in New York. I dress to kill, and the suit lets the person looking down the barrel of the .45's that I mean buisness. After getting dressed I head towards the door. My apartment is a modest apartment. I could easily afford more, but I would prefer to live below my means, and toss a few extra thousand at the Boss. Keeping him happy, is key to survival in my world. By the time I get to the door, Jim and Tim are always there waiting for me. These twins are extremely loyal, and are paid handsomely to protect me with their lives. We exchange our morning ritual, which consists of, Tim asking me how much I lost at the Casino last night, and Jim teasing me for taking one of the working ladies home with me. One of the nice perks I recieve in my line of buisness. We jump in the Chrysler 300 (black of course), and head over to the local 7-11. We arrive around 10:00, perfect timing too. The morning rush is gone. The register is full. I demand my cut from the man behind the corner (his tag says Mike, but I bet that isnt his real name from the destinct foreign accent). Mike hands me the bills in a bag, the morning take is usually around $500-600. Not bad, for ten minutes of work. With out a word being spoken we jump in the car, trying to avoid officer O'malley. If he sees us, he always takes time to hassle us, occasionally taking us downtown. the silly thing is, O'malley is on the take, I think he just likes to show us he is the boss. Little does he know, the whole department is on the take, and we could make him disappear with out much trouble at all. Rather than turn things into a large media frenzy, we allow him this small pleasure. After the 7-11 we run over to Lon's place. Lon used to work for a pharmacutical company outta Ann Arbor, Michigan. You know the company, the one that makes those little blue pills that Mr_47 cant stop eating like M&M's. I have warned him more than once he is going to go blind. Anyways back to Lon, he lives in a basement apartment underneath a meat factory. His place is awful. Everytime I enter the fumes make me feel like tossing my alcohol filled belly. The smell is horrid, but well worth it. Occasionally he has some of the best yayo you will find on the streets. Put the quality together with the discount he grants me on occasion, and it is a true recipe for profits. Lon has personally funded Tim, Jim, my car, my apartment, and the private jet I keep at the airport. Speaking of the airport, its time to run. I have a delivery date in Chi Town. I can't just drop the supplies I picked up at Lon's on the streets of the big apple. I am not in the family here. If word got around I was selling coke on these streets, I could find myself missing. We make our way to the airport where the jet is running. Hop on board with our supplies. It isnt much of a luxury plane, but it gets me to Chicago quickly, and its not to expensive to opperate. I fly the Lear 25, Tim navigates, and Jim catches a few z's. We all split the fair and even with the rising gas prices it is still inexpensive to make the trip. Once we arrive in Chicago, we are greated by one of the many family members. Today I was lucky, it was my cousin StaggerLee. Lucky in the sense I didnt have to drop money into his pocket. Some of the family memebers demand money to pick you up. I guess they feel I am cutting into there time, and costing them money. My cousin takes us to the Landing Strip, no not the airport, but the Excotic night club. It isnt open, but I am here on buisness. I make my way through the dark club, into the back where my ladies are just waking up from there drug filled daze. I drop a little product on them, just enough to get them up and moving. They all dress in there little tight outfits, and make there way to the car. I tell Stagger to take us to Elmwood Park. The ladies work an area near Rolling Stones record shop, they work just long enough for me to get rid of my product in the park. Somedays buisness is good and somedays it is not so good. This buisness is up and down. I have the best product on the streets, unfortunately, the rule of supply and demand sets the price. After I collect my money, I gather the ladies and we make our way to the 7-11 down near the county jail. I rush in the store gathering my take from the snot nosed teen behind the counter. I dont have time to waste, cousin Lou gets off in 30 minutes. I toss the bag of money to the boys and have them count it while I rush into the Jail. I greet Lou with a hug, and check the cells. Nope, none of the family got a trip to the pokey last night. It is now starting to get late and I am hungry. I head back to the car and tell Stagger to drop the ladies off at the Strip, and we head back to the Head Quarters. Jim, Tim Stagger and I all share a meal, a few drinks, and alot of laughs. Stagger offers up his advice of watching me through the day. Normally I dont take to kindly to people messing with my buisness, but Stagger he is different. not just cause he is family, but because he got me in the buisness in the first place. It was not long ago, seems like ages ago now though. I was in the streets of New Orleans, doing low pay crimes when my phone rang. It was Stagger, he said he had a job for me. He swired me some money, told me to gather my things, and a few supplies and head to Chicago. I grabbed what I could and made my way there. When I got there, I was introduced to some people who liked what they saw, and well they took me in as one of there own. It was a good thing too. I had been hustling the streets of The Big Easy, on my own. I would have probably ended up with a nice pair of custom shoes, if ya know what I mean. Anyways back to my day. The night was getting late, and I asked Stagger to join me at the club. We headed over to The Landing Strip, where we shared a few more drinks, and some great times with the ladies. All of a sudden a cuty caught my eye. It was a beauty named Josi. She was the one I would be taking back to New York tonight. We closed down the joint, and headed back to the plane. Hoped a flight back to New York, and headed back to my apartment. When we arrived I told Jim and Tim they where free to go and I tossed them a few dead presidents each. There contract is already paid for life, but I try to keep them happy. They are the ones protecting me everyday. They make there way back out into the streets, I show Josi into the apartment. this is where I have to end....Sorry a gentlemen never tells what happens between him and a lady in private. I hope you enjoyed this look into my day! |
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| Excellent. Truly a great peek into the life of an earner. Nice Job! | |
| Reply by: Kishling at May 24, '08 00:43 | |
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| Incidently, those pills are amphetimines. Prescription amphetimines, I mean. | |
| Reply by: Mr_47 at May 24, '08 02:20 | |
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| This was already done before. :( But, it was good. | |
| Reply by: Gauntlet at May 24, '08 02:50 | |
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| I agree, it is very good you have some skill and some imagination! | |
| Reply by: Hoffa at May 24, '08 08:54 | |
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