Just another day in the ghetto. Death and debts.

The man in the cell phone watch mounted the stairs and the man in black followed. It's true the man in the cell phone watch had straightened out his life as of late but the man in black had been trailing him for so long that he knew his quarry like he knew himself. His debt would paid. And soon if everything went the way the man in black supposed it would, maybe even tonight.

The man in the cell phone watch mounted the stairs, paused and knocked hard on the battered screen door and waited. The cell phone watch on his vibrated with a text that said simply, "coming." The man in black only watched and waited, he had played this game before, had been there done that, as the kids use to say before the Ipod changed the world.

The door was opened and the man in the cell phone watch went inside nervously but willingly enough. The door was closed for a few seconds and then re-opened and the man in the cell phone watch exited looking as if he wanted to get on his knees and pray right there on the filthy porch, in between the ratty chair and the dilapidated Kenmore washing machine. After what seemed like a full minute but was probably 10-15 seconds, the man in the cell phone watch opened his eyes and started the walk back to his van parked on the next block but 2 blocks over. Besides being careful by nature he had hoped the short walk would clear and change his mind, it hadn't.

He reached his van it seems faster than it had taken him to reach the house from the van on the way there, why does that always happen he thought and giggled, the first in a great long while it seemed. Yea. Life was really giving him the business end for the year. Thats the main reason he finds himself in the exact place he is in now, sitting in his fishing van on the worst street in D.C about to do something he swore 6 months earlier he would never do again. The man in black just watched and waited. Things had progressed the way he knew they would. The man in the cell phone watch had gotten what he came after and if all went well, thought the man in black, i will be paid in full like eric b and rakim by sun up.

The man in black waited. The man in the cell phone watch sat in the car deep in thought. In some far off part of his brain he knew that he should be watching out because the ghetto is not a place that is forgiving of inattentiveness, except when children were concerned. Another joke, i must be on a roll, thought the man in the cell phone watch, just before he said, fuck it, and opened the package he had taken from the man in the dark house a few blocks back and over. He was nervous, this feels like a first date he thought as he tore open the packaging.

The man in black clapped his hands in glee, because in the hands of the man in the cell phone watch were just what he had wanted and expected to see... Heroin. The man in the cell phone watch had sworn off of it several months ago but the trials of his life lately had sent him back, he needed escape, he needed the money. What he didn't know but the man in black did was that he would only taste enough to tell him it was the best he had seen in a while, then the man in black would go to the car and claim what was rightfully his. Happy, happy, joy, joy, a true win, win situation, the type of situation the man in black loved. Never mind that both wins were the man in blacks, he never did play well with others. The man in black thought, "fuck him he can't take a joke! and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

The man in the cell phone watch dug his fingernail through the cellophane wrapping and held the brownish powder to his nose and inhaled sharply... He died right there, right then as the man in black knew he would, from a brain hemorrhage that the man in black knew was coming if the man in the cell phone watch chose wrong, and he did. They always do.

The police found the man in the cell phone watch 2 hours later, they found the heroin, nearly a pound, and made jokes about riches sitting under the nose of unobservant people and what they would buy with the money. They even joked about turning it in.

The man in black returned to see the collection of the shell where the man in the cell phone watch had lived in for 34 years, he laughed just as much as the police that morning, maybe more. Only because he knew that the tallest officer, he named him officer shaq, would see the man in black in less that 2 moons in front of a domestic abuse call and bleed out with a dead mans cell phone watch on.

If you hadn't guessed the man in black was, is death.

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