Hey …hey, you, yeah, you, c’mere. What you want, man?
Huh? Yeah. Naw, man, I ain’t got ‘em with me, but I can get ‘em for ya.
Well, that depends.
On how many you want, how good they gotta be, how soon you want ‘em, all kinds of shit.
Yeah, yeah I know; they make you feel better. Whatever man, I don’t give a shit what you want ‘em for, what I need to know is, what you got for me?
Jesus dude, your fuckin’ pitiful, what do you think this is, some kind of fuckin’ charity or some shit?
What? Look, I told you asshole, I don’t give a shit if it is your medicine.
See? That’s where you’re all fucked up, we ain’t friends.
Beggin’ ain’t gonna help. Listen, no listen, you go get me some sleep, or someone to talk to, then come back and I’ll hook you up.
No, what did I just say? We ain’t friends, mother fucker. You owe me already and I’m tired of carrying your bitch ass.
What? I don’t know, why don’t you write ‘em yourself then, you fuckin’ junkie? Now get outta here before I put your ass on the fuckin’ short list, bitch. And don’t worry, words don’t spoil. I’ll have all you want when you get me what I need.
See you in your dreams, asshole.
