God I remember it like it was yesterday I was nervous as hell.   I was worried I was gonna get caught and go to jail for a long time but I needed money cause times were tough.

I remember walking down a a dark alley to meet a shady man for the deal. I went down there with a couple of hundred bucks that I had borrowed from a nice old lady on the corner I had no protection 

on my body what so ever. I approched the big man down the alley and told him what I wanted and he produced a bag with what I needed and I gave him what little cash I had and we then went our 

seperate ways. Man this was easier than I thought now to find some pot head to unload this stuff on. So all because of this I am a little richer and alot happier.  Do you remember your first time?

yeah i do, i rocked up said give me your money, took it, walked out the door.

that was simple

Inspirational.

You know it

Trying to find the right sucker to sell to was the hardest part and then as time went on it got alot easier.

Yea i remember my first drug deal lol... I went from 500 bucks to 50,000 dollars pretty quick and havent looked back sense i'll never forget it.

My first drug deal story, seemed easier than how you just made it sound Henry, but sometimes that's a good thing.

I wish you well on your next drug deals.

I remember my first drug deal... called it the Ghost Massacre. Some ambush happened but the suspected ambushers were dead on the scene. No trace of the money or drugs. Good thing I got that all taken care of! Now, if they find the money, they'll think it was some foreign car dealer. What a laugh.

I could never forget my first deal, the most sad and happiest day of my life. Was summer, with my father each day we make car trip, from the uncle Joe's warehouse to uncle Frank's warehouse. Any day my father drive us for differnt way, and any day he found some to teach. But he never told me what was in him hand-bag.

That Monday morning was a day as others, we just leave the eastside of New York, my father spot some, i could not understand in that moment, him face become dark and red of anger.

'Son listen, anything will happen today you must do as i'm going to tell you.'

Him face was coming back to normal.

'Take the bag with you, do not give it to anyone only to uncle Frank or me, ok?'

'Yes sir'

'This are 10 dollars, take a taxi, go to the warehouse and give the bag to Frank, ARE WE CLEAR?'

'Yes sir, i will give the bag only to uncle Frank.'

My father leave me and run away driving as crazy. I took a taxi and in a short time we reach to uncle Frank's warehouse.

'Hi boy, how is going? Do you have some for me?'

'Hi uncle Frank, yes i have some for you' I gave the bags to him.

'Come with me, do you have look inside?'

'No uncle Frank, you know how is my father, just done what he ask'

'Ok, this is for you.'

A yellow envelope in my hands, i open it, a big quantity of greeners...

'Uncle Frank for what are its?'

'NYCD i have a sad news for you, your father as been killed, "Condoglianze". This are the money for the job you just finished. If you want from tomorrow the job of your father is yours. As he have ask as last will'

My blood was frozen, i walked outside of the warehouse, light of a father that had to give not only him job but also hin life for give me and my future.

My first drug deal was a dimebag to some teenager. He told me I dressed funny, so I chased him off my corner. Haven't seen him since... Fuckin kids these days have no respect. Little shits...

Not like back in the day lol ;)