SATURDAY READS – PETEY PAPERS BY: KAREEM RAHMAN
Born 2 Do This
You ever heard somebody say ” some people were groomed to do a thing, and others were born to do that thing?” Petey Papers was a part of that second group. He was born to be a con-man/scammer. Scamming was in his blood….literally. Petey’s mom, Amanda was a middle-class white girl, raised in the Fort Washington suburbs of Pennsylvania, who watched way too many rap videos on B.E.T growing up, and some type of way, got it into her mind that those videos were her real life. Which wasn’t really a problem…..at first. Amanda was like most kids in her neighborhood. They all had this fantasy in their minds about how great the “hood life” was. None of them had ever actually been to the hood or ever knew anyone in the hood, so their whole idea of what “hood life” was like came from what they saw on television. It wasn’t until Amanda got to high school and met a black girl named Kim, that her hood dreams started to form into an actual reality of sorts. Kim was the person who introduced Amanda to most things “hood.” Including drug dealing, boosting, and scamming. Amanda soaked up every bit of knowledge that Kim was dishing out like an eager student wanting to learn the game. Amanda was on her way to becoming the queen of the hoodlife in her little middle-class town until a tragic event in her life caused Amanda to start using the same drugs that she was supposed to be selling. Once she started using, Amanda was all in. As an underage teenager, Amanda started frequenting the clubs in Philadelphia on a nightly basis. It was at one of her bi-nightly club outings that she met Petey’s father. A tow truck driver/small time hustler that was known around the town as “Pitbull.” Pitbull was a dude who was as black as midnight and resembled Mike Tyson. In looks and stature. Pitbull earned his nickname by his viciousness in fist-fights around the way. Pitbull was 19 years old when he met Amanda, who was only 16 years old at the time. It wasn’t Pitbull’s intention to seek out a minor. He just assumed that since Amanda was up in an adult club, and doing adult things, that she was…..an adult. After snorting an 8ball of coke together in the men’s restroom, Amanda and Pitbull headed out to his tow truck that was parked outside in the parking lot of the club. In the back seat of Pitbull’s tow truck in the spring of 1984 was where a G.O.A.T was conceived, and a legend born.
Amanda’s parents kicked her out of the house three days after they learned she was four months pregnant. Moms kicked her out because it was too embarrasing for her to explain to her friends that her teenage daughter was pregnant. It would be much easier for her to lie and tell her friends that her daughter was off studying abroad. For the lie to work, she needed Amanda gone. Pops issue with Amanda being pregnant was a different one. He could live with his teenage daughter being pregnant. What he couldn’t live with was a daughter of his being pregnant by a black man. That shit right there was completely unacceptable! So, with a unanimous 2-0 vote, Amanda’s parents decided to kick her to the curb. Amanda caught a huge break though. She wasn’t a pregnant teen who got kicked out of their home with nowhere to live and no way to earn some income. Amanda had friends who could help her out with both. Amanda went to stay with her best friend Kaylee who lived a few short blocks from her parents’ house. Kaylee and Amanda had fallen out over some juvenile beef a few years prior, but the two had manged to partly repair their broken friendship as of lately. At least enough for Kaylee to allow Amanda to stay at her parents’ house for awhile. After securing shelter, Amanda went out to attempt to secure some employment for herself. She seeked out Kim who had recently left town to attend college. Kim was now out of the game, but she pulled a few strings to find some work for her old friend Amanda. Kim hooked Amanda up with her cousin Reggie from Philly. Reggie was a hardcore gangster/ small time drug dealer who Amanda had met on a few occasions when she worked for Kim a few years back. Reggie had a reputation for killing people who owed him money….any kind of money. Reggie wouldn’t let a muthafucka’ slide if they owed him 10 cents. Reggie ain’t play that! Amanda got some coke from Reggie and opened up shop. Things were going very well. Amanda was selling the coke faster than Reggie could supply it. And on the home front, Amanda had become more than welcome at Kaylee’s house. Partly because she supported Kaylee’s habit. Amanda gave Kaylee and her junkie friends some cocaine to snort every single day. Being as though Amanda was pregnant and would soon have another person to care for besides herself, Amanda didn’t snort cocaine anymore, or even smoke weed. She saved most of her money in the hopes that she would be able to have a place of her own by the time her child arrived in this world. Reggie decided that it would be a smart move for him to start supplying Amanda with more coke. Less trips from North Philly to Fort Washington equaled less danger in Reggie’s mind. Instead of traveling out here every other day, he could just drop off a larger amount to Amanda one time per week. Where was the risk in that? Amanda never messed up any money and she was a reliable worker. Plus Reggie knew where she lived…..just in case it ever came to that. Instead of dropping off $1000 worth of coke to Amanda, Reggie decided to drop off $10,000 worth of coke……..Wait, let me backtrack a little bit to clear up a few misconceptions that you may have about Reggie. Reggie was not Tony Montana or Pablo Escobar. Not even fuckin’ close. Reggie was a scrambler who’d stumbled upon a gold mine in tiny Fort Washington. When his cousin Kim had first approached him asking him to supply her with some drugs for her to sell out in her little Fort Washington town, Reggie didn’t have shit. He was the leader of a group of petty ass, small time stick-up kids. Reggie and his crew mostly robbed delivery trucks. Not UPS or armored trucks full of loot. Reggie and his team robbed the bread truck, or the cigarette truck, or the soda truck. That kind of petty ass shit. It just so happened that Reggie and his crew had robbed the Wonder Bread man the day before Kim had come to see him. The crew waited for the delivery man to walk into the store to make his delivery before they pounced and raided the driver’s truck while he was inside the store. They hit the bread truck up for $300 in cash, 12 loaves of bread, (yes, those petty muthafuckas’ stole 12 loaves of bread!) and a large yellow manilla envelope they found under the driver’s seat inside of the bread truck. When Reggie and the crew got back to their hideout they discovered that the envelope contained a pound of weed. Reggie was not a drug dealer. His first thought was to sell the weed to one of the drug dealers around the way and take whatever he could get for it. It was all extra, so why the fuck not? Reggie’s mind shifted when Kim was in front of him. Even though Reggie was not a drug dealer, he was aware that there was more money in retail than wholesale. Reggie broke the pound of weed down into very small nickel bags. He sent Kim home to Fort Washington with half of the pound. The other half, he planned to open up shop back in Philly with. Before Reggie had a chance to fully open up shop in Philly, Kim was back. It took her all of one day and a half to sell off what her cousin had supplied her with. Reggie immediately saw the light. The small bags he supplied Kim with would have never sold in Philly. With all of the competition in town, that kind of shit would never fly in the city. Reggie decided to take a few dollars and invest it in some weed of his own. That decision turned out to be a good one. Between what Reggie and his people were moving in Philly and what Kim was moving out in Fort Washington, Reggie was flipping two pounds of weed every 2 days or so. The profits were large! Reggie’s nickel bags were so small that a person would be lucky to roll one healthy blunt out of that shit. Reggie had good product on his side too. He’d managed to hook up with some Jamaicans who owned a little corner store from up Wissahickon Ave. who Reggie and his stick-up crew had once did a little job for. (Basically the Jamaicans told Reggie and his crew what time the potato chip guy was coming to drop off supplies. Reggie and his crew robbed the truck and broke the profit down with the Jamaicans. Nothing major.) When Reggie hooked up with the Jamaicans they started fronting Reggie five pounds at a time. Reggie was moving the weed fast and making big money. The only issue was that Reggie wasn’t really a businessman. He was spending every piece of profit he was making on clothes, cars, jewelery and other big baller items he felt he deserved. Which was probably one of the main reasons Reggie always overreacted when someone owed him money. They were fucking up his “ball the hell out” money! Reggie ain’t like that kinda shit at all. Anybody that owed Reggie money or was late with his doe was going to pay dearly. Reggie had a lifestyle to maintain, and owing him money interfered with his lifestyle. Reggie did manage to spend a little bit of his money on one thing besides big baller items. He bought an ounce of coke for himself. Reggie bought the ounce with the big profits that he would make on his mind when he bagged it up and passed off to Kim. To Reggie’s dismay, Kim wasn’t with it. Kim didn’t mind making money selling weed, but cocaine was a no-no. Kim had plans for her future. An arrest for cocaine on her record would derail any plans for the future she had. Reggie had no choice but to sell it himself. Things changed for Kim when she did some research and discovered how much four years of college was going to cost. Shit was expensive, and Kim didn’t have parents to pay the tab for her like most 17 year olds did. Kim was on her own. She decided to sell the coke for Reggie along with the weed. Reggie quickly learned how to manipulate and maximize his profits. Especially since most of the cocaine was going to be getting sold by Kim. Those dumb ass middle-class customers Kim had would pay any price for anything. They just wanted to get high. Reggie was paying $1000 for an ounce of coke. When he bagged that onion up into those 58 x 58 bags, and after throwing a batch of his special formula on the coke, Reggie was looking at over $10,000 in profit……from a funky ass ounce! I lie to you not! Reggie was using the same bags crack dealers used in the city to sell crack in, the difference was Reggie was selling powder! And for $25 a pop! This is something you could never get away with in the city. But, suburban kids didn’t know any better. Kim was moving that shit at lightning speed too. Reggie was always spending all of his profits as usual. He was always waiting for the money from Kim to come in because he was always broke until he got that money. Then he would buy another ounce, immediately go on a shopping and balling spree, then be broke until Kim finished another batch again. That was years ago before Kim left for college. Reggie had been broke without Kim moving product in Fort Washington for him. When Kim put Reggie onto Amanda, Reggie felt joy that the good ole’ days were about to return for him. Reggie planned on running the same operation with Amanda that he’d once run with his cousin Kim. Starting with the $10,000 worth of coke he’d just passed off to Amanda.
When Reggie put that much cocaine in her hands at one time, Amanda felt like she’d just hit the big time. She quickly did some calculations in her head. She could move at least $2500 a day off of her pager alone. She could probably move another $2500 a day from the stragglers who roamed the park, and the undercover junkies who hung out in front of the liquor store. Amanda calculated that she could move $5000 worth in a day. That meant it would take her two days to sell off the whole package. Amanda’s take from the $10,000 worth of coke was $2000. If things went how she expected, she could be making $2000 every other day. That was $6000 a week for her! She would have her own place in no time! Things never go as planned though. The one factor that Amanda had not added into her equations was Kaylee. Kaylee had not reached her full junkie potential yet, but her good friend Rebecca had. Full junkie potential was the ability to steal from those close to you with no concious at all. Amanda made the crucial mistake of stashing most of her package in the house before she went out to make a few deliveries. Kaylee and Rebecca both were in the room when Amanda stashed her drugs away. It didn’t even take a full five minutes after Amanda left the house to go make a delivery, before Kaylee and Rebecca was up in her stash. Not only had they visited her stash, they “scadoodled” with that shit! “Scadoodle” is an old school word for “steal yo’ shit and skip town.” Scadoodle definitely applied in this instance. Kaylee and Rebecca hit the road immediately after stealing Amanda’s stash. They headed West, toward California with their traveling junkie crew. That was the last time Kaylee and Rebecca were seen alive too. But anyway, back to the story. Amanda only took $350 worth of drugs with her on her delivery. A guy up the street had beeped her and asked for six $25 bags, and a former elementary school teacher of Amanda’s who was waiting on the other side of town wanted the other $200 worth. It took Amanda about a half an hour to make the two deliveries and arrive back at the house. Amanda knew something wasn’t right the moment she got upstairs and walked into the room. Amanda immediately rushed to the bed and searched underneath for her stash. She knew what she was going to feel before she even searched under there with her hand…..nothing at all. Amanda panicked. What the hell was she going to do? Kaylee had to know what happened to her stash. The one good thing Amanda had going for her was that she was in Kaylee’s house. She surely had to come home eventually didn’t she? Amanda waited impatiently for Kaylee to come home. Amanda lost a little hope when Kaylee’s mom came home from work later on that night and asked Amanda if she’d seen Kaylee today. If Kaylee’s mom didn’t even know where she was, things were looking hopeless. Amanda fell asleep that night having nightmares about crazy ass Reggie coming to town and looking for his money……..and her! Amanda hit the streets bright and early the next day going around to every place Kaylee was known to hang out at. Nobody had seen her since yesterday. It wasn’t until Amanda ran into Rebecca’s younger sister that she realized she’d been had. Rebecca’s sister informed her that Rebecca had packed up her things and hit the road with a group of her friends. Amanda began to believe that Kaylee was probably with her, and so was her stash of drugs! Amanda ran back to the house to search Kaylee’s closet. She really hadn’t been thinking about it before, but she was now. Amanda checked Kaylee’s closet to see if any of her things were missing. They were. Kaylee had packed up a bunch of her personal things before she hit the road yesterday. Amanda was crushed, and terrified. Her stash was gone and not coming back. Reggie would definitely be beeping her tomorrow asking about his money. What the hell was he going to do to her when he found out his money and drugs were gone? Amanda wasn’t waiting around to find out. Instead of running from the storm, Amanda decided to walk directly into that bitch. She was going to Philly. Not to confront Reggie, but to hopefully track down the one person who could possibly protect her from Reggie. Pitbull, the father of the unborn child that she was carrying….he was also a man Amanda had not seen since the night he impregnated her four months ago.
A Walk On The Wild Side
Amanda arrived in Philadelphia with $300 in her pocket, no plan, and no information about the father of her child, other than the company he worked for. Amanda remembered the company’s name that was written on the side of Pitbull’s tow truck the night she slept with him though. Liberty City Towing Company. Amanda looked up the company in the yellow pages at a pay phone inside the bus depot when she arrived in Philly. Liberty City towing had five garages in different sections of the city, but they did have one home garage. The home base for the company was located on 16th & Master Streets in North Philadelphia. Amanda hopped in a taxi and gave the driver the address. She arrived at the garage 15 minutes later. The building was ran down and in dire need of repairs. Amanda couldn’t help but to wonder how the other four garages of the company must look if this was the home base garage and it looked like this. Amanda walked into the garage and was greeted by a secretary who seemed to be having a bad day. The secretary was a thin Spanish woman, about 25 years old, who spoke with a heavy accent. Not a Spanish accent, more like a Bronx, New York accent.
“Can I help you?”
The secretary rolled her eyes as she looked Amanda up and down. Amanda tried to ignore the dirty looks. She had bigger shit on her plate right now.
“Yes, I’m looking for a guy named Pitbull. Does he work here?”
The secretary’s eyes widened before she rolled her neck and snapped her fingers twice. The shit was a scene right out of one of those horrible black movies on Netflix.
“No you didn’t just walk in here and ask for Pitbull! Bitch you fuckin’ Chino too!?”
Amanda had no idea what was going on right now. And who the fuck was Chino? Amanda tried to finesse her way around the bullshit and try to get some information out of the angry secretary.
“Oh, so you do know Pitbull? Is he here?”
“Bitch don’t try to change the subject! You fuckin’ my Chino!?”
Amanda shook her head. She really didn’t have time for the drama right now.
“Look, I don’t know who Chino is, and personally I don’t care to know. I’ll give you $50 dollars if you tell me where Pitbull is.”
Amanda pulled a $50 bill from her bra and put the money in front of the secratary’s face. The secretary immediately reached for the bills. Amanda quickly pulled the money back.
The secretary rolled her eyes at Amanda before she took a deep breath.
“Pitbull don’t work here no more. He got fired last week for stealing tires. Now run that bread before I take it from you!”
Amanda was confused. Not by the threats from the secretary……but, Pitbull was out here getting fired for stealing tires? On his day off? Tha’ fuck he was tryna do? Build a clubhouse? What kind of low-life had she allowed to impregnate her?
“Well do you have an address?”
The secretary smiled slyly, like she knew something that Amanda didn’t before she started writing something down on a piece of paper. She started to hand the piece of paper to Amanda who reached her hand out to receive it. The secretary quickly pulled the paper back towards her own body and shook one finger at Amanda.
“No, no, no. Money first. I don’t know you.”
Amanda sighed and shook her head. She found it hard to believe that a grown ass woman could be so petty. Amanda handed the secretary the $50. The secretary handed Amanda the piece of paper. Amanda looked at the paper.
1418 W Venango Street
Amanda jumped in a taxi and gave the driver the address. She had no idea where she was going. She didn’t really care either. All Amanda had on her mind was that she wasn’t leaving that address on Venango Street until she saw Pitbull, and he agreed to take care of her and her unborn child. The taxi arrived at the address 15 minutes later. Amanda smiled. She couldn’t help but to wonder if everything in Philly was 15 minutes away from each other. Amanda paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Amanda looked at the house. It was very well maintained. The whole block was pretty clean, but this house stood out with it’s fresh coat of paint that looked as if it had been painted very recently. Amanda took a deep breath before she walked up to the house and headed up the porch stairs. She rang the doorbell and waited. Seconds later she heard the sound of a woman’s yelling voice coming from inside.
“ANSWER THE GOTDAMN DOE YOU LAZY MUTHAFUCKA’! YOU DON’T DO SHIT ELSE AROUND THIS BITCH!”
The loud voice of the woman was so angry and aggressive. Amanda thought about running for a second. Before she could make up her mind the screen door swung open. A second later she heard a loud voice.
Amanda looked up to see Pitbull standing there wearing a white tank top, a pair of black basketball shorts, and a pair of pink bunny slippers, complete with bunny ears and rabbit fur, that looked strangely out of place as compared to the rest of Pitbull’s gear. When Pitbull looked at Amanda she could see the recognition pop into his facial expression almost immediately. His expression changed from angry to “oh shit!” in the blink of an eye. Pitbull looked at Amanda and spoke in a loud whisper.
“What do you want? What are you doing here?”
Hearing those words come from his mouth instantly alleviated any fear that Amanda may have been feeling about the loud woman inside the house just seconds ago. Amanda was pissed. He had some damn nerve!
Pitbull was taken aback.
“Pregnant? What the fuck you here for? The daddy damn sure ain’t up in here!”
Amanda wasn’t giving up that easily.
“I’m also 16 years old! You sure you want to play this thing out this way?”
Pitbull smacked himself upside the head, “I should’ve had a V8” style.
“Look, I ain’t know that you was 16! And right now ain’t the time to talk about all of that! If you need some money……”
Pitbull was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the loud voice that had previously been coming from inside the house. But she wasn’t inside the house anymore. She had her head, full of pink hair rollers, hanging out of the second floor window now, as she looked down at Pitbull and Amanda.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT WHITE BITCH, AND WHY HER DIRTY ASS AT MY DOE!?”
Pitbull sighed exasperatedly. All of this was way too much, this early in the damn morning! He looked up at the second floor window.
“MIND YOUR MUTHAFUCKIN’ BUSINESS!”
The woman in the window’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her head.
“BITCH YOU MUST BE OUTTA YOUR DAMN MIND! LIVING IN MY HOUSE AND AIN’T PAYING NO RENT! AND NOW YOU GOT THE NERVE TO HAVE WHITE BITCHES SHOWING UP AT MY FRONT DOE! AND YOU TELLING ME TO MIND MY BUSINESS? YOU GOT ME ALL THE WAY FUCKED UP!”
Pitbull sighed and said something under his breath. The woman in the window put her hand to her ear.
“WHAT WAS THAT? I AIN’T HEAR YO’ BITCH ASS!”
Pitbull sighed deeply before he loudly blew air from his lungs.
“I SAID YOU GOT SOME NERVE! YOU UP THERE WITH THE DAMN CABLE GUY!”
“AND??? HE’S HOOKING UP THE CABLE!”
“THE NIGGA BEEN UP THERE FOR OVER TWO HOURS! HOW MUCH CABLE HE PUTTIN’ IN UP THAT MUTHAFUCKA’!?”
The woman in the window said nothing. Her head disappeared back into the room. Seconds later it started raining clothes. Pitbull’s clothes were flying out the window at a rapid pace. He just shook his head and started retrieving his items from the street like this shit was an every day occurrence. Amanda was shocked by seeing the whole scene play out before her eyes. One voice inside her head was telling her to laugh. Another voice in her head was telling her that offering to at least help Pitbull grab his clothes up out of the street was the right thing to do. Amanda decided to listen to the second voice.
“You want some help?”
Pitbull and Amanda gathered up his things and put them in the hatchback of his 1978 Chevrolet Chevette. After getting kicked out of the house by his wife, Pitbull really had nowhere to go. After talking to Amanda, he found out that she had nowhere to go either. The two decided that it might be a good idea to go nowhere together. Nowhere turned out to be the BLACK SEA motel on Germantown Ave. & Westmoreland Street. Amanda knew the place was a dump before she even stepped foot inside. Pitbull said that he knew a guy who worked there though. He also said the guy he knew would be able to get them a room for $50 a week. Amanda didn’t know much about being on her own, but even she knew that $50 a week was a deal too good to pass up. Especially considering Pitbull was flat broke, she only had about $200 and some change to her name, and she had nowhere else to go. The Black Sea motel turned out to be a drug den/prostitution motel. Real hood shit. Not “the hood” that Amanda remembered from seeing rap videos on B.E.T. While Amanda got settled in, Pitbull went on a food run for the two to Mcdonalds. Of course she paid. She also gave Pitbull some gas money. She handed him $40 altogether. As Amanda looked at what was left of her bankroll, she realized she was not going to make it long going at this rate. She needed to do something. She needed some income coming in if she was going to survive. She didn’t know Pitbull too well, but it was crystal clear that he wasn’t going to be someone who was going to be helping out financially. Honestly, he was more of a liability than an asset right now. The only thing he had going for him that was useful was his piece of shit car, and by the look of things, the hooptie probably wouldn’t be operational for too much longer. The car had cut off three times on the way here, and this was only 10 minutes away from his wife’s house. The deep thoughts were starting to make Amanda stress out. She needed something to take her mind off of her problems….just for a few minutes. What better place to start than cleaning the roach-infested motel room? That would definitely take her mind off of things for awhile. Amanda walked down to the front desk to see if they had any cleaning supplies. She was offered drugs four times and propositioned for sex three times on her way to the desk alone. On her way back she was offered and propositioned only twice and once respectively. After getting some pine-sol, Amanda began the task of cleaning. She wiped everything down in access. Even the walls. She damn near scraped the paint off of those joints. After 20 minutes of cleaning Amanda was exhausted. Pitbull still had not returned yet. Amanda wanted to take a nap, but she was sure that the bed was probably full of bed bugs. She reminded herself to buy some sheets and blankets from the store tomorrow. (Little did she know, that wasn’t enough to get rid of bed bugs.) For now, Amanda decided to try to catch a little nap in the chair. Amanda’s body was after more than a nap though. She ended up sleeping four hours in the chair. When she awoke, Pitbull was sitting at the edge of the bed watching television. Pitbull looked up from the tv when he heard Amanda yawn and stretch.
“You’re finally up huh? Your food is over there on the table. When you finish eating maybe we can talk a little bit?”
Amanda nodded before she headed over to the table to grab her food.
After eating, Amanda and Pitbull finally got the opportunity to sit down and talk. It was kind of strange to Amanda. Here she was talking to the man she was pregnant by, and she really knew nothing about him. Amanda listened as Pitbull officially introduced himself before he said anything else. His birth name was not Pitbull. It was Earvin Thompson. Pitbull was born and raised right here in North Philly. He’d never been anywhere else in his life, and didn’t plan on ever going anywhere else either. Pitbull said that he’d been on his own since he was 13 years old. He claimed that he was a natural born hustler, but Amanda couldn’t see it. If he was such a hustler, why had his wife called him no good and lazy? Amanda didn’t want to call Pitbull out on that, but she did. She had the right to know if her child’s father was a liar and a piece of shit. Pitbull laughed when Amanda asked him. He then explained that his wife was the hustle. He knew that she’d been cheating on him from day one. He didn’t care. She was funding his whole lifestyle. He never loved her. Pitbull said that he was going to leave her soon anyway, because living off of her was making him lazy. Amanda ran down her whole story about how she’d got to where she was at today, including that she sold drugs back in her hometown. Amanda left out the part about Reggie though. Amanda felt that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie if you didn’t want them to wake up and find you. Pitbull was impressed by Amanda’s past. He asked if she was still willing to do whatever it took to survive. Amanda was. Pitbull promised that she was going to be his queen from this day forth, and the Bonnie to his Clyde.
Pitbull hit the streets early the next morning. He told Amanda that he would be back in about an hour with some breakfast for them, and a way to earn some income. Amanda smiled when Pitbull left. She didn’t know why, but he made her feel secure. She trusted and believed in him. Amanda went back to sleep certain that things were going to be okay. She was awakened a little while later by the loud sound of some ruckus going on in the hallway outside of her motel room. Amanda hurriedly threw some clothes on and ran to the door. When she opened the door Pitbull fell inside. Amanda screamed. Pitbull’s whole face was bloodied and swollen. He managed to look up at Amanda through two badly swollen eyes. Pitbull smiled and opened his hands.
“I got us a way to make some money.”
Pitbull held two bundles of crack in his hand. Amanda dragged him into the room and ran into the bathroom to get a rag to clean his face. As Amanda cleaned his face, Pitbull explained that he’d robbed some drug dealer’s stash around the corner. They whipped his ass, but they didn’t get their drugs back from him. Pitbull said the ass whipping had been worth it. Hearing from Pitbull’s mouth that shit like this made perfect sense to him kind of scared Amanda, but it excited her more. This was some real hood shit here and Amanda was all for it! While Pitbull climbed into the bed to attempt to sleep off that ass whipping, Amanda planned to hit the streets to get something to eat for them. Pitbull was out like a light the second he hit the bed. The two bundles of crack he was holding fell from his hands. Amanda picked the drugs up and put them in her pocket before she headed out. Amanda didn’t even make it halfway down the hallway before random straggling crackheads were asking her where they could buy some crack from. The natural hustler in Amanda took over. After she served the stragglers she gave them her room number and told them she was open for service all day and all night. By the time Amanda stepped out of the motel she was looking for potential customers. On her way to the store she approached any person who looked like they could be a crackhead. She handed out a few free samples and gave the potential customers her room number at the Black Sea motel. By the time Amanda got her food and headed back to her room she had five customers waiting outside her door. Amanda quickly served them and walked inside the room. Every time Amanda tried to sit down to eat, a customer was knocking on the door. Amanda sold the two bundles of crack in no time. When Pitbull woke up Amanda laid the money from the drugs she’d sold while he was asleep on his stomach.
“We’re going to need some more.”
Get It How You Live
When Pitbull woke up, he was shocked to learn that Amanda had sold all of the drugs he’d stolen. He assumed that he was going to have to go out and try to sell the drugs when he woke up. The last thing he expected was for Amanda to show this much initiative. Pitbull knew that his future baby momma was the ride or die chick he’d been looking for all of his life. A person with common sense and a small hustler’s mentality, probably would’ve took the money they made from selling the stolen drugs and purchased some more drugs of their own to sell. It made sense, especially seeing how quickly the last stolen batch had sold. Pitbull knew a few people too. He could’ve easily went to one of the drug suppliers he knew and bought a little quarter ounce and broke it down. Pitbull wasn’t really into doing things the easy way though. His motto was “why pay for it, if you didn’t really have to?” Pitbull and Amanda split the money from the stolen drugs 50/50. That was about $100 and some change, apiece. Pitbull told Amanda that they would buy some more drugs later, but he had a better plan to get a few quick dollars right now. Amanda was intrigued. She was loving this “ghetto life” shit. She was down, without a question. After they ate, Pitbull and Amanda jumped in his hooptie and headed across town. Pitbull said he had a friend on 17th & Erie Ave. that he needed to go see real quick. Pitbull parked the car and got out. He told Amanda to stay in the car. He would be back in about five minutes. Pitbull disappeared into one of the houses on the block. Five minutes later he reappeared with a big smile on his face. He got into the car and looked over at Amanda.
“You know anything about craps?”
He opened his hands to show her a pair of dice as he said it. Amanda shook her head no. Pitbull’s smile grew even wider.
“Good! We got beginners luck on our side!”
Pitbull attempted to explain the fundamentals of craps to Amanda as they drove down the street. Amanda was picking it up. The game seemed simple enough. Amanda was sure that she understood the game. She had no idea why Pitbull was attempting to teach the game to her, but she thought she had picked up on things pretty well anyway. Amanda looked out the window and recognized the familiar settings around the motel. Pitbull didn’t park in front of the motel though. He kept going down the street until he came to a gas station. He made a left and parked inside.
“Come on. We’re going to go inside for a little bit.”
Amanda shrugged and followed Pitbull. She was willing to follow anywhere he led her. Amanda followed Pitbull to the rear of the gas station to a garage that had the gates pulled down. Pitbull knocked on the door. Seconds later a tall light skinned guy appeared. Pitbull shook his hand before he headed inside the garage. Amanda eagerly followed. She was amazed when she stepped inside the garage. It looked small from the outside, but amazingly there were over 100 people inside crowded around a large table. In the middle of the day. There was a huge crap game going on right now. Amanda watched as people yelled loudly and passed money amongst one another. Pitbull grabbed Amanda by the hand as he made his way through the crowd toward the front. When Amanda got to the front she could see things more clearly. Not only were there hundreds of dollars being passed around by the group of men, there was also at least a few thousand dollars sitting on the table. Pitbull loudly jumped right into the action.
“What’s up? Can I take a shot?”
One of the men shrugged and passed a pair of dice to Pitbull.
“Go ahead. The bones ain’t doing shit no way. You might as well make a donation.”
The man laughed as he looked at Pitbull. That man that gave Pitbull the green light to shoot the dice was Franklin Harris. Everybody called him “Frank The Bank or Big Bank Frank.” Big Bank Frank’s name was pretty much self explanatory. Frank always carried a huge bankroll and he usually won at dice games. He also, always bet against the dice. If you were a shooter and you were looking for a bet, you could get that in Frank. No matter how large the bet was. If your bet was too small you might have a problem. Frank wasn’t in the habit of chasing after small change. He was a very smart gambler, which was one of the reasons he was probably the most successful and well known gambler in the whole city. People in every section of the city knew Frank and the reputation he carried for gambling heavy. People also knew Frank’s reputation for not taking any shit from anyone. Frank’s other occupation outside of being a big time gambler, was a big time loan-shark. Frank loaned out thousands of dollars on a daily basis with a very heavy interest rate charged to the loans. Frank always got paid…..one way or another. Violence was always Frank’s last option. He’d much rather get paid first. But once he was paid, Frank didn’t forget. That was when he used violence on the deadbeat who once owed him money. Pitbull knew who Frank was. He didn’t give a fuck either. The main reason Pitbull had even come in here at this time of day, was in the hope that Big Bank Frank would be up in here. He was definitely the money man. Pitbull put up $20 in the fade. Frank didn’t even look at that little shit, but one of the other gamblers covered the bet. Pitbull shook the dice in his hands as he looked around at the gamblers. Suddenly he stopped. He looked over at Amanda as he spoke to the crowd of gamblers gathered around the table.
“You know what? I’ma let my boo-thang fuck ya’ll dumb asses up today! She don’t even know how to play craps. I got beginners luck on my side today!”
Pitbull turned around and pulled Amanda close to him. At the same time, he also stuffed the game dice into his pockets and grabbed the ones he already had in his pocket. Nobody even noticed Pitbull’s quick hand-work, not even Amanda. Pitbull passed the dice to Amanda.
“Go ahead baby. Show them how we do it!”
Amanda wanted to protest, but she saw nothing but confidence in Pitbull’s eyes. It gave her confidence, even though she didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Amanda followed what she’d saw Pitbull do seconds earlier, and gave the dice a good shake before she rolled them. A pair of fours showed on the dice. Pitbull immediately started taking bets. He bet everything he had, then told Amanda to give him all of the money she had. He bet all of that too. Big Bank Frank just watched the action from the sidelines. He liked what he was seeing out of Pitbull. It took heart to bet everything you had on your first number, but there wasn’t enough money in Pitbull’s pockets as far as Frank was concerned. Frank stayed far away from betters with a few “hot” dollars. Amanda and Pitbull was all in on the eight. Amanda was now nervous. If she didn’t hit this number, they were going to be broke. Then what? Amanda said a silent prayer and closed her eyes before she shook the dice and rolled them again. She opened her eyes when she heard Pitbull’s loud yelling voice. Amanda looked at the table and saw two fours sitting on the dice. She joined Pitbull in celebration. Pitbull told Amanda to shoot the dice again. Once again, Pitbull bet everything they had on Amanda’s number. Once again, Amanda hit the number. Two numbers in a row! Pitbull and Amanda’s bankroll was quickly growing. Big Bank Frank wanted a piece of that now. He started off taking a small piece of the action. Amanda was still hitting number after number. Before long, Frank was down big and getting desperate to get his money back. Frank began taking all of Pitbull’s bets for himself. Pitbull and Amanda’s bankroll had grown substantially, being as though they were at least doubling their money with every number that Amanda hit. It didn’t take long before they were in to Frank for over $15,000. Pitbull didn’t know exactly how much money he had, but he knew that now was the time to quit. He let the gamblers know that they were done. Pitbull was just about to replace the dice with the ones he’d stuffed in his pocket earlier when he heard Frank’s voice.
“Damn playboy! You in me pretty heavy right now! You ain’t gonna give me a chance to get some of my scratch back?”
Pitbull was no dummy. He knew how the game went. Long money eventually beat short money every time. Frank had long long money. Pitbull was aware that the longer he gambled with Frank, the more likely it was that he was supposed to lose sooner or later. That was how the games normally went, and this was exactly what Frank was expecting to happen….sooner or later. Pitbull needed to nip this shit in the bud and do it quickly. He turned around and looked at Frank.
“I’ll tell you what. I know your money is longer than mine. Let’s just bet everything I got on one number.”
“That’s a bet!”
Frank didn’t even need to think about it or ask how much money Pitbull had. This was an opportunity to get everything he’d lost back… and some…. in one roll! Amanda was pissed. They had won a good amount of money with her shooting the dice and she knew it, without even needing to count the money. Now this dickhead wanted to risk everything they had just won on one roll!? Every movie Amanda had ever seen with this same scenario ended badly for the person in her position. She was certain that this was going to end the same way. Amanda quickly stashed some of the money she had in her hands away in her pockets, before Pitbull asked for it so he could make the one last bet with Frank. There was no way in hell that she was leaving out of this bitch with nothing! Especially not after all of the work she’d done to get what she had. Just as she thought he would, Pitbull asked for her half of the bankroll before he placed his bet on the table. Amanda handed it to him, minus what she’d already tucked away, of course. Amanda planned to watch Pitbull lose their money. She was shocked when he asked her to take the shot. He’d put all of the pressure on her! All of Amanda’s confidence that she’d gained from hitting all of the numbers before was now gone. She was certain that she was going to lose. Frank and Pitbull agreed to bet on a 10. Ten and four were the two hardest numbers on the dice to hit. For that reason, both numbers paid double. That meant Frank was going to have to pay double the amount Pitbull had laid on the table if Amanda could hit this 10. This shit was the difference between being broke….. and being up! Way up! Amanda closed her eyes once again and rolled the dice….once, twice, three times. After her fourth roll Amanda heard Pitbull yelling at the top of his lungs once again. She opened her eyes to see two 5’s showing on the dice. She’d done it! Frank was pissed off, and it showed all over his face. He looked at Pitbull and spoke in a low growl.
“How much you got down there?”
Amanda watched as Pitbull picked up the money and started to count it. He smiled when he was done and looked at Frank.
“Twelve – seven.”
Frank was beside himself. Pitbull just shrugged.
“You wanna count it yourself?”
Frank flagged him before he reached into the bag sitting next to him and pulled out a few wads of money. He counted the money faster than a money counting machine. Frank threw $10,000 on the table after he counted it. Followed by another $10,000 a few minutes later. And after that he threw another $5400 on the table. The whole crowd of gamblers watched Frank count out the money like they were little kids in a candy store. What Pitbull had just done to Frank, was what every gambler in here had been dreaming of doing when they woke up this morning. While everyone was watching Frank, Pitbull placed his dice back into his pockets and replaced them with the ones he’d put in there earlier. Once again, nobody even noticed the quick-hand action. They were preoccupied with watching Frank’s impressive money counting skills…..and his equally impressive bankroll. Pitbull began to snatch up his loot. Frank put his hands on top of Pitbull’s and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Aye. Let me see them bones. I should’ve done this earlier.”
Pitbull shrugged and passed the dice to Frank who immediately inspected the dice like he was looking for a flaw in a perfect diamond. Frank angrily threw the dice towards the back of the room after they passed his inspection. He stared at Pitbull and spoke in a low growl once again.
“If I find out some funny shit went down in here today I’m coming to see ya!”
Pitbull shrugged as he continued collecting his money. Amanda joined in as they both stuffed the money into their pockets with huge smiles on their faces.
Amanda and Pitbull headed back to the Black Moon motel and packed up their meager belongings. They had money now! There was no need to live like peasants anymore. After packing their things, Pitbull and Amanda headed to the car dealership. It was time to trade the broken down Chevy Chevette in for something a little more dependable. Amanda was so happy that Pitbull had more confidence in her than she’d had in her own self back at the garage. She thanked him for believing in her. Pitbull laughed. He explained to her that it was not luck or belief that made him bet like he did, it was sure shots……. What went down back at the garage had definitely been a sure shot……
When Pitbull went over his homie’s house across town before they went to the garage, he’d went there with a purpose. To get his homie to let him borrow his trick dice. Trick dice are simply dice that crooks carry. The dice are made so that none of the combinations of numbers on the dice will ever allow you to hit a seven. Never. Career gamblers know every dirty trick of the trade, and they’re always on the lookout for cheaters. Trick dice would never work on career gamblers like the group that was inside the garage earlier…….unless, there was something else distracting their attention. Like a little inexperienced white girl who clearly had no idea what she was doing, shooting the dice. Instead of looking out for a scam, the gamblers got caught up into thinking they were the ones laying down the scam. A stupid ass white girl was easy bait. She had no idea what the fuck she was doing. Pitbull’s plan would’ve never worked without Amanda by his side and he knew it. His homie that gave him the dice was reluctant to do so because he knew that Pitbull would be beat within inches of his life if the tricks were discovered up in the garage. And even more importantly, he would lose his only pair of trick dice. He only let Pitbull use his dice after Pitbull agreed to break half of his winnings down with him. That turned out to be a bad move for Pitbull’s homie, because now that Pitbull had the money in his hands, he wasn’t breaking down shit! Yeah, Pitbull was really a piece of shit like that. Amanda was amazed after Pitbull told her what had really went down. She’d had no idea at all. Pitbull promised Amanda that this was just the beginning. If she stayed with him, they were going to find themselves sitting on top of the world!
Sitting On Top Of The World
After Pitbull upgraded his piece of shit Chevy Chevette to a barely used, one year old Lincoln Continental, the couple headed off to their new digs. The Ritz Carlton hotel in Center City. This was only supposed to be a temporary move until they found a nice house or condo to rent. Amanda and Pitbull split their gambling winnings right down the middle. After the two went in half on the new car, the couple had a little over $10,000 apiece. That was cool, but any fool knew that $10,000 was not going to last forever. Now that he had his hands on a little money, Pitbull’s biggest fear in life was having to go back to being broke. He refused to let up on his grind just because he had a few dollars right now. Pitbull needed to have a constant cash flow coming in. He could think of no better guaranteed cash flow than slingin’ a little crack. Amanda was down without a doubt. She was well aware of how fast the crack money flowed. While Amanda took a long luxurious bubble bath in their luxury suite, Pitbull headed back to North Philly in search of some cheap cocaine, or at least some reasonably priced coke. He already knew where he planned to set up shop too. That was why he was still paying for the room back at The Black Moon Motel even though the couple had no plans on ever staying in the roach infested motel again. All Pitbull needed now was some cocaine to get his business started. He knew where he was going to get it from too. He also had no intentions to pay for it either. Pitbull headed down to 23rd & Diamond Streets. The ol’ head Slim owned a big portion of that area and he had plenty of coke for sale. Slim had also been up in the garage when Pitbull won the money from Frank earlier. Slim, and everyone else that had been up in that garage knew that Pitbull now had some money. Pitbull managed to talk Slim into fronting him four ounces of cocaine. Slim said he wanted his money in 10 days. Pitbull assured him that he would be bringing his money to him sooner than that. Paying Slim back for the cocaine was the last thing on Pitbull’s mind. Instead of calling Pitbull in 10 days looking for his money, Slim would’ve been better off calling the fire department, because he was as good as burned the second he put that coke in Pitbull’s hands!
Setting up shop in The Black Moon Motel turned out to be a power move for Amanda and Pitbull. The police raided the place a few hours after Amanda and Pitbull packed their things and rolled. The arrest left a vacuum that needed to be filled immediately. The biggest drug dealer in the motel was a guy named Jabari. Jabari supplied 10 workers inside the motel. Jabari also sold his own product from time to time. Either way, Jabari was at his room inside the motel 24/7. He got caught up in the raid. With Jabari gone, 10 workers were left with no work, and hundreds of daily customers were left with no drugs to buy. Pitbull stepped in at the right time. Pitbull basically inherited 10 workers, a place to sell his product, and the luxury of being the only person whose crack was being sold at the motel. There were other drug dealers in the motel, but none of them sold crack. Their thing was weed, heroin, or some other weird shit like mushrooms or angel dust. Pitbull sold the four ounces that he got fronted by Sim in less than a week. Four ounces, plus an extra half ounce from the cook, plus the fact that Pitbull bagged his work up in capsules. 13′ vials to be exact, equaled BIG profits. Pitbull was bagging up between $2500 -$3000 out of every ounce. He had more than enough to pay Slim back for the four ounces he’d fronted him, but that wasn’t how Pitbull did things. When it was time for him to re-up, Pitbull took his money to the Dominicans down on Seltzer Street. Pitbull was well aware that he was playing with fire by not paying Slim his money, and he was smart enough to act accordingly. Instead of dropping off product and picking up the money from the Black Moon Motel himself, Pitbull always sent Amanda to do it. He couldn’t afford to be fucking around in that area with Slim probably searching for him. It would’ve been a lot easier to just pay Slim. It wasn’t like Pitbull couldn’t afford it, he was making good money now, but easy had never been Pitbull’s way of doing things. He simply wasn’t programmed that way. Amanda made all of the drug drop-offs and money pick-ups at the motel. Pitbull never told her why he couldn’t make the deliveries and pick-ups himself. Pitbull just hoped that Amanda would never run into Slim while she was in the area. Pitbull was in the process of searching out someone trustworthy who could do the job for him. Until he found that person, Amanda would have to do. Amanda quickly became very well liked at the motel. She was usually in and out when she made her deliveries, but she was always fair to her workers and everybody else when she came through. The customers loved her because she always gave out freebies and gave people product when they had short money. She was also the only person to give out credit to the fiends. The workers loved Amanda because she always gave them bonuses. When Pitbull and Amanda bagged up, they always had extras left over from the cook. The two always broke that down between themselves. It was all extra money. Pitbull usually took his and sold it to someone for a cheap price. Amanda used hers to give the workers bonuses. She understood business better than Pitbull ever would. Amanda understood that a business was only as productive as it’s workers. It was in your best interest to keep them happy at all times. The owners of the motel loved Amanda because she always looked out for them. She paid extra for all of the rooms she was using and she also hired a few fiends to clean up outside of the motel every day. This saved the owners of the motel a lot of money, because they would’ve had to hire union workers to do the work, and that would’ve cost a grip. Amanda was treated like a queen by people at the motel. The other reason that people loved Amanda was because she always brought whatever a person was selling. Everything had value to her. Amanda’s other side hustle was buying a table at the weekly flea market in Frankford. Amanda took all of the stolen goods she’d purchased from fiends at the motel all week, and turned around and sold them at the flea market on weekends. The profit margins were always incredible. Amanda and Pitbull were doing good. They moved out of the hotel and into a three bedroom house in the city’s Logan section. It was a nice house, but more importantly it was close enough to their main business to always be not too far away if needed, and it was far enough away from their main business to put some distance between the illegal operation and where they laid their heads at night. Amanda had even got herself a drivers license and purchased a car. She needed it more than ever too, being as though she was six months pregnant and clearly showing now. She no longer needed to borrow Pitbull’s car every time she needed to go somewhere. Pitbull began spending a lot of time out in the streets. Amanda had no idea where he spent most of his time, but when he came home he was always drunk….or high on something. Amanda had taken over the responsibility of handling most of the business in the last few weeks. She had even started being the one to go re-up with their Dominican drug connect. The Domincans liked Amanda too. She did straight up business and never played any games or came with short money. Amanda had become quite the business woman lately. She seeked out opportunity wherever she could find it. Including her and Pitbull’s latest business venture which she’d stumbled upon one day she was picking up money back at the motel.
Like I said earlier, Amanda purchased anything that anyone was selling at the motel. She ran across a crackhead who had somehow managed to come across a book of company payroll checks. The company had been out of business for a few months, but Amanda was staring directly at over 1000 blank checks. There had to be some money in this, some kind of way. Plus the fiend was selling the whole book of checks for $500. Amanda figured it was worth a try. Amanda took the checks home and showed Pitbull what she’d just purchased. He immediately saw dollar signs. Pitbull knew exactly how he was going to make the checks pay off. The next morning he took Amanda over to one of his homies, Mark’s house. Pitbull had known Mark since Junior High School. Mark was an avid, aspiring photographer back in his school days who took photos of things all day. As an adult, Mark transferred those skills and became an expert at making fake ID’s. They were very official looking ID’s too. Mark charged $1500 a pop for the ID’s. Pitbull wanted three for himself and three for Amanda. Mark said that he could hook him up and do all six for $5000. Pitbull agreed. Mark took three different pictures of Pitbull and three seperate pictures of Amanda. He told Pitbull to come back to pick up his ID’s in three days. Three days later Pitbull returned to Mark’s house to pick up the ID’s. Pitbull went over to Mark’s crib alone this time. He asked Mark if he could inspect each of the ID’s before he paid the money. Once Pitbull had the ID’s in his hands he ran out of the house and hopped into his car. Mark didn’t chase after him because he was initially in shock. He thought it was a joke until he heard the sound of Pitbull’s tires as he peeled off out of the driveway. Mark would never be seeing the five grand that was owed to him. He was as good as burned for that doe. Mark had just become another one of Pitbull’s many victims.
Once Pitbull had the ID’s in his hands he was in full “go” mode. Pitbull and Amanda took a trip to “United Plus” bank on 12th & Cecil B. Moore Avenue early the next morning. Pitbull didn’t randomly pick this bank. He picked this bank because it was smack dead in the middle of the hood. Pitbull imagined that a bank in the hood would be more easy to pull his scam on. Amanda walked into the bank with a check for $749.87 and her fake identification card. Amanda walked out of the bank minutes later with the cash in her pocketbook. A $749 check was the test run. Now that Amanda and Pitbull knew that the checks would work, they planned on cashing in….. or cashing out, depending on which way you looked at it. Amanda and Pitbull hit up 15 banks all around the North Philly area that day. All of the checks they cashed in were between $5000 – $9999. They made sure not to write any checks larger than $9,999 out of fear that a $10,000 withdrawl would attract the attention of the federal government. (In reality this was a “hood” myth. It only took a purchase or withdrawl of around $7500 to attract the attention of the federal government.) Pitbull and Amanda bust out 25 checks that first day. After that, they hired a team of scammers and boosters from around the way to go up in the banks and make the withdrawals. Pitbull made all the checks out for $9500. He gave the runner $1500 for busting the check and kept $8000 to split between himself and Amanda. Pitbull figured it would be a smart move to limit the amount of checks they bust per day. He kept the number down to 10 per day max. Pitbull and Amanda was sitting on 1000 checks. This was surely going to be another long and profitable business enterprise.
Pitbull and Amanda were at the top of their game. Both were hood famous. People in every hood had heard about Amanda and Pitbull. They were known for getting money. They were also known as bad people to do business with, being as though it was a 50/50 chance of you getting burned if you did any business with the duo. Three months later Amanda delivered the baby she’d been carrying for the past nine months. She named her baby Earvin Peter Johnson Jr. The first and last name were Pitbull’s. The middle name was Amanda’s fathers. The minute Peter’s little head came poking out Pitbull promised to give his son the world and everything in it. He made good on part of his promise when he moved the family from their modest Logan home, to a 6 bedroom four bathroom, luxurious home in Villanova, Pennsylvania. Amanda and Pitbull had upgraded their lives substantially and had also expanded their drug empire from one motel in the city to seven. They had it all, and more than they could’ve ever imagined possible.
The Prince Of Wales
Little Peter’s first memories of life began at about the age of five. Those were some of the best times that he could remember in his whole life. Peter was spoiled from day one. He was a mirror image of his father and looked more and more like him as time went along. Peter had the light skin of his mother and her bluish-green eyes, but every other feature of the child seemed to have come directly from Pitbull’s genes. Amanda and Pitbull both agreed that they wanted their son to never know what it was like to have to struggle or go without. They both also agreed that they never wanted their son to know about the illegal things they did to make their money. That was the reason why Amanda and Pitbull started spending large amounts of their money obtaining legal businesses around the city. Amanda recognized that the city was a goldmine to make lots of legal money. You just needed to have a little foresight to see which businesses would be most profitable, and where. Cash businesses were always a good asset to have. Especially if you were looking to make all of your illegal cash look legal. Amanda purchased a little laundromat in the couple’s former Logan neighborhood, and Pitbull bought a record store in West Philly. Both businesses quickly became more profitable than either one of them originally expected them to. So……the couple quickly decided to expand their businesses empire. Amanda opened up five more laundromats around the city, and Pitbull opened up three more record shops. Business was very good for the couple. Illegal and legal. The amount of product that Amanda and Pitbull were moving out of their motel set-ups made them big-time players in the drug game. Their Dominican connect didn’t have enough product to consistently supply the couple’s constant needs, so he turned them on to some Columbians who had shop out in The Bronx, New York. The Columbians were really big time. They supplied most of the East Coast from their New York distribution hub. One day Pitbull casually mentioned his and Amanda’s legal enterprises to his Columbian coke connect. The Columbians saw opportunity. He told Pitbull that he could make some millions if he used his legal businesses to launder some drug money for the Columbian crew. Pitbull was always looking for another hustle. He agreed to do it without a second thought given to the proposal. The money quickly began to flow in. Meanwhile, things were awesome on the home-front. Little Peter started first grade at an exclusive private school in his Villanova neighborhood. Amanda and Pitbull donated money to the school frequently. Everybody in the neighborhood knew them as successful business people and a power couple who were clearly on the rise. Peter was popular in school right away. He became even more popular when he invited his whole class to his $2 million Star Wars themed, sixth birthday party. Amanda and Pitbull had spared no expense to make Petey’s birthday a special day for their child. Yep, every memory that Peter had of his early childhood, and his Villanova neighborhood was a very good one.
1991 was a bad year for the family from the very beginning. Barely five minutes into the new year, Peter saw his father hit his mother for the first time of what would become many. Peter would be turning seven years old in April of this year. He was starting to become aware of a lot of things that he wasn’t aware of just a year ago. Like the fact this his father was frequently drunk or high, or even worse drunk and high. The family held a New Year’s party at their plush home on New Year’s eve. Peter was standing next to his mother as the new year’s clock counted down from two minutes left until the new year came in. Amanda could not find Pitbull anywhere in the crowd of people in their grand living room. Amanda grabbed Peter by the hand as she headed for the kitchen in search of Pitbull. Amanda peeked her head into the kitchen and asked the busy kitchen staff and caterers if anyone had seen Pitbull. Nobody said a thing……with their mouths. A few pair of eyes went in the direction of the huge pantry closet in the back of the kitchen. Amanda let go of Peter’s hand as she angrily headed in that direction. Amanda opened the door to find Pitbull on his knees trying to lick, suck, and eat the life out of one of the young white female waitresses. Amanda was stunned. She had been trying to catch Pitbull cheating on her for years. Now that the proof was right here in her face, Amanda was wishing that she still suspected something instead of actually knowing something. Pitbull was pissed off. Catching him cheating was a sign of disrespect in his twisted mind. Pitbull rose from his knees and slapped Amanda across the face two times. He then kicked her out of the pantry….literally. Amanda fell to the kitchen floor from the blow of the powerful kick. Little Peter ran over to his mother and hugged her as she lay on the floor crying and cussing at the top of her lungs. Pitbull looked the mother of his child and young son dead in the eyes before he closed the pantry door and picked up where he was at before he’d been so rudely interrupted by Amanda.
That was just one of the many skirmishes and all out brawls the couple had. That was just one of the lopsided ones too. There were many nights that Amanda beat the living shit out of Pitbull up in that house. Peter witnessed every one of them too. Even the time that Amanda threw hot grits on Pitbull’s chest as he slept. The family had some rough times, they had some good ones too, but throughout everything, Peter’s parents loved one another, and they both loved their son even more.
February 12th of that same year was the day that young Peter’s life changed forever. Peter remembered that day vividly because it was two days before Valentines Day. Amanda got Peter dressed and headed down to the hood early that morning so she could get him a haircut. Amanda didn’t wake Pitbull because she wanted to run out and buy him an early Valentine’s Day gift. She hoped to surprise him when she got back. Amanda was going to get him a diamond chain. The chain was $37,000 alone, the Diamond encrusted Jesus piece cost another $11,000. That was nothing to big ballers like Amanda and Pitbull. After getting Peter’s haircut at the barbershop the two headed to Mcdonalds to get Peter a happy meal before they headed to the hood and then the jewelery store. Amanda loved to drive through the hood and flex her wealth. She’d just purchased a brand new Acura Legend and a Mink coat, so you know mama was flexing hard! Amanda stopped at every one of her legal and illegal business in every hood in the city to check on her business enterprises before she headed to the jewelery store to get Pitbull’s chain. Peter vividly remembered his mama singing along to Whitney Houston’s “All The Man I Need” as they approached the long driveway to the home that stretched a full city block. Amanda slammed on the brakes as their huge home came into view. The whole front of the house was littered with law enforcement agents and law enforcement vehicles from every branch of the law ever invented. Amanda immediately put the car in reverse. She had no idea what was going on at her house…….but she kinda did at the same time. Amanda was certain that whatever the FEDS and everyone else were looking for at her house right now, she was definitely one of those things. Amanda was pretty sure that they got Pitbull. They probably ran up in there and snatched him up while he was sleeping too. Amanda was aware that she was the only person in this world her son had. Amanda had no plans of being separated from her child. She also had no plans to go away as easily and quietly as Pitbull had. If the FEDS wanted her in handcuffs, they were going to have to work for that shit!
Pitbull and Amanda had found themselves caught up in a drug trafficking conspiracy that stretched the length of the Country. Of course, they hadn’t been selling drugs in every city in the Country, but R.I.C.O indictments didn’t work that way. In a R.I.C.O indictment you didn’t actually need to ever had been in a certain place to be charged with crimes that happened in that place. The really horrible thing was that the whole conspiracy….I take that back, not the whole conspiracy…… but Amanda and Pitbull’s name coming up in this whole thing was because of a traffic stop…….that they weren’t even personally involved in.
Remember Pitbull’s friend that he got the crooked dice from? The guy that gave him the dice that helped him win all of that money? Yeah, him. Word spread through the hood that Pitbull and Amanda had won over $20,000 in the crap game. It wasn’t long before Pitbull’s homie got wind of the news. He was pissed. He hadn’t seen Pitbull since that day he loaned him the dice. He knew he’d been fucked over out of any possible cut of the money. Pitbull’s homie was out for revenge. He asked around to try to find out who was up in the garage the day Pitbull won the money. He also asked who had been the biggest loser that day. He got the word that the big loser that day had been Frank The Bank. Pitbull’s homie searched the hood for Frank. When he found him, he informed Frank that he had some valuable information for him if he was interested…..for a small fee of course. Frank told Pibull’s homie that if the info he had was worth anything then he would toss him off a few dollars. Pitbull’s homie told Frank about him throwing down the trick dice on them that day. He said he knew about it because Pitbull had told him. He knew better than to tell Frank that he was the one who gave Pitbull the dice. Frank gave Pitbull’s homie $200 for the information. Now that Frank knew for certain that Pitbull had fucked him over, he was out for revenge. Frank knew exactly where to find Pitbull at too. The Black Moon motel. Frank went home and got strapped up. He had his trusty .38 revolver with him and his AK-47 just in case shit got a lil’ heavy. Frank headed for the motel. He was pulled over by the police before he got there. When the police pulled Frank out of the car and searched his waist, they found his .38 revolver. That was nothing. If he got convicted for possession of the revolver, that would be a young bullet in the county jail. (1 year in the county jail) That was nothing, Frank was a vet. He could do a young bullet standing on his head. Frank’s problem came when the officers searched his car and found the AK-47 under the passenger’s side seat. Now THIS was a big problem for Frank. Assault rifles were FED time. With Frank’s record, he was looking at 40 years plus…..easy. Frank flipped quicker than an Olympic gymnast. Before Frank even got down to the police station he was giving up info on every criminal he knew in the city……..Including Pitbull. He said Pitbull was the one that sold him the AK-47. Not only that, but Pitbull was also running a crack operation out of The Black Moon motel. That was the first time the Federal Government had heard Pitbull’s name. That was enough to put him on their radar, but not enough for them to start investigating him………yet.
The second time the FEDS heard Pitbull’s name was 10 days after Big Bank Frank got locked up. Remember Slim? The guy Pitbull got the four ounces of coke from and never paid? Yeah, him. Slim was going to kill Pitbull when he realized that he wasn’t going to get paid. He was going to do that right after he took care of someone else who owed him money. A guy named Mico, who not only owed him money, but had the nerve to had opened up shop right around the corner from Slim. That muthafucka’ must’ve been out of his damn mind! Slim and two of his henchmen strapped up and headed around the corner to confront the deadbeat Mico. Mico was waiting for them. Mico’s crew and Slim and his crew got into a shootout, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day. Bullets hit everything but their intended targets. A bullet struck an undercover cop who was up the street in the middle of a drug buy when the shooting started. The “officer down” distress call sent out on the police scanner had police officers from every section of the city in the area in a matter of what seemed like seconds. After a few shots, a few scuffles, and a few foot chases, Slim and one other person from his crew were arrested, and two people from Mico’s crew were also arrested. Mico got away. The undercover cop ended up dying at the hospital a few days later. All four people who were arrested were charged with the murder of a police officer. It really didn’t matter who fired the fatal bullet: the law says that the fatal bullet would have never been fired if those dickheads weren’t out there shooting at each other….in the middle of the day. Period. Point blank. Slim was fucked, and looking at the death penalty. As Slim sat in his jail cell thinking things through, he made a list of every person in the streets he didn’t like. Pitbull’s name was at the top of that list. Slim gave up statements to the state, but when the state cross-referenced information on drug crimes with their Federal cohorts, they saw a familiar name in the statements…. Pitbull…. Slim had confirmed what Frank had told them a week and some change earlier. Pitbull ran shop out of the Black Moon motel. That was the second time the FEDS had heard the name Pitbull, it was also the second time they heard The Black Moon motel’s name. They were now ready to make a move on the motel and the big boss.
Remember Pitbull’s homie Mark? The one who made the fake ID’s for Pitbull and Amanda? The guy Pitbull never paid for those fake ID’s? Yeah, him. Mark was pissed that Pitbull burned him for the five stacks. Not only that, but Pitbull had the nerve to come into his home to do it! Mark was no sucker, and Pitbull had him all the way fucked up if he thought that he was! It took Mark a few days to get his heart up, but when he did, he jumped in his car and headed to the place Pitbull was known to frequent. The Black Moon motel. Just Mark’s luck, the day he went to confront Pitbull at the motel, was the same day the FEDS had decided to raid the joint. Mark entered the motel and just followed the trail of crackheads. He had no idea which room Pitbull might be staying in, (Pitbull and Amanda had not stayed in the motel since the day they won that money in the crap game, but Mark didn’t know that.) but he did know that Pitbull sold drugs inside the motel. Mark simply followed the crackheads to the source. Room 211. Mark knocked on the door. A guy with braids who looked to be about 21 years old opened the door. Mark asked for Pitbull, before the guy could answer, his phone rang. When the guy ran to the back of the room to answer the phone, Mark stepped inside the room. Five seconds later Mark felt himself being tackled from behind, followed by loud voices yelling for everybody to “get down on the floor.” The FEDS didn’t bother to go inside of the motel themselves. It was too risky. If they didn’t get their target, when word spread that agents wearing FBI jackets had raided the premises, word would surely spread. Then their target might flee, and they might never get another chance. Instead, the FEDS let the local narcotics task force do the job for them while they waited around the corner. Nobody blinked an eye about the local narcotics task force raiding the motel. They did that at least once a month. Amanda and Pitbull were never concerned when they heard that the local task force had raided the motel. Mark was caught up in the raid, along with almost every other crackhead and other person who was roaming the hallways of the motel, or were unfortunate enough to be up inside room 211. When Mark was searched, the police found eight different ID’s in his pockets. The local police immediately turned Mark over to the FEDS. Mark was looking at 5 years for possession of the many fake ID’s. He decided to roll over on a few people instead of doing five years in the bing. The first two names he gave up were Amanda and Pitbull’s. Now the FEDS had another charge waiting for Pitbull when they caught up to him. Pitbull being involved in something other than drug dealing and possible gun selling made the FEDS want him even more. And now that they knew Amanda was the Bonnie to Pitbull’s Clyde, and probably also mixed up in everything he was, they wanted her too! Oh, yeah, the FEDS ended up never even charging Mark for a crime because of his cooperation. He walked away as clean as a whistle.
That’s a lot of coincidences right? The crazy part is that it doesn’t end there. Remember Pitbull’s first cocaine connect? The Dominicans? Well, they got caught up in a R.I.C.O indictment of their own around the same time. 15 defendants, most of them looking for a deal to get their pending, possibly very lengthy prison sentences trimmed. A few of them flipped on the bigger connect, the Columbians, who already had a Federal investigation ongoing against them out in the city of New York. The investigation of the Columbians had been running for seven years. The New York FEDS had everything on them. Including money laundering, and who was laundering money for them. The Philly FEDS went to look into the Columbians because of the information they got from the Dominicans. When the Philly Feds got to New York they found out that the Columbians were already under investigation. They also found out that two suspects in that investigation were from Philadelphia. The exact two people that the Philadelphia FEDS were already looking for. The Columbian R.I.C.O case had over 100 defendants from almost every city in the Country. The charges ranged from extortion, to drug trafficking, to human trafficking, to gun charges, to money laundering. Amanda and Pitbull were caught up right in the middle of all of it. That was outside of the many federal charges they were already facing in Philadelphia. Amanda and Pitbull were looking at doing a lot of time whenever the FEDS caught up to them.
“Look ya’ll. It’s Petey Papers! Aye Petey, where you get those kicks from? The dollar store? Those bitches was probably on sale too!”
Ski-Moose laughed his ass off. So did everyone standing around him. Petey usually ignored Ski-Moose and people like him, but today was not one of the days that Petey was willing to let things ride so easily. Even though he was on a mission and had some important shit to do, today he had time for Ski-Moose’s bullshit. Petey stopped walking and looked across the street dead at Ski-Moose.
“I can fight though! You bitch ass nigga!”
Those were the official “do you want to rumble?” words in the hood. If somebody did want to fight you, their response would be something like, “I can fight too. Wassup?” If you were a bitch ass dude, which Ski-Moose was, you simply found a way to back out of the fight.
“Man look at my clothes. I’m too clean to be rolling around in the street with your dirty ass!”
Ski-Moose laughed and turned to his homies as he attempted to make himself and others believe what he’d just said. Petey flagged the group of boys and continued walking down the street. Not before he had a few parting words for the group.
“Yeah, laugh it off, you bitch ass niggas!”
Petey’s words weren’t just directed at Ski-Moose, they were directed at the whole group of boys. All of the boys knew it too. Nobody really wanted to rumble Petey though. Petey was one of those dudes that you tried to avoid fighting at all cost. It wasn’t because he was big. Petey was actually small as compared to other boys his age. It also wasn’t because Petey was a bully. Petey was one of those dudes who mostly kept to himself and minded his own business, unless provoked to do otherwise. The reason people tried to avoid getting into a fight with Petey was because Petey was good with his hands…..and feet. Petey was very, very good with them paws! I’m talking about “embarrass you and whip your ass at the same time” good with his hands. Petey was “fuck up your whole reputation” good with the paws. Everybody around had witnessed it too. Your reputation was definitely going to take a major hit if you fought Petey. One of two things usually happened to people who fought Petey. 1)They got knocked out or knocked down. 2) They quit because they were getting their ass whipped that bad. Damn near every fight that Petey had ever been in ended in one of these two ways. Petey wasn’t always good with his hands like this. As a matter of fact, fighting wasn’t even something that he’d learned because it was a passion of his. Petey learned how to fight out of necessity.
When the FEDS hit you, they don’t just take you down in the physical form. A.K.A lock you up. When the FEDS hit you, they hit you in the pockets as well. That was exactly what they did to Amanda and Pitbull. Every single money making operation that Pitbull and Amanda had, was put out of business permanently. Even the little check cashing scam which Amanda and Pitbull had expanded into a full business enterprise. The FEDS hit all of their business operations simultaneously. While Pitbull was getting locked up at the house, every one of their businesses and illegal operations were being raided at the same damn time. Amanda had managed to escape getting locked up back at the house, but she was also left without any of the couples’ many money making ventures. Amanda was basically left with her car, the clothes she had on her back, and the money in her pockets. Oh yeah, Amanda was also officially on the run too! She was a fugitive from justice. Outside of the money she had in her pockets, Amanda also had the expensive chain that she’d just purchased for Pitbull too. Amanda was kinda fucked up financially, but she wasn’t completely broke either. She’d made a few pickups before she went and spent that money on the chain. Amanda had grabbed over $50,000 in cash from her pickups earlier. The first thing Amanda wanted to do was get off the streets. She couldn’t afford to do any heavy thinking right now, being as though she was on high alert every time she drove by a cop car or a cop car got behind her. Hell, even regular cars were suspect right now. Anybody could be the damn FEDS! Amanda found herself heading to Center City and back to the luxurious Ritz Carlton Hotel that her and Pitbull had once stayed in. After Amanda got Petey settled and occupied watching cartoons on the huge television, she headed to the bedroom to take a nap, and also do some thinking. Amanda held the necklace in her hand as she laid on the bed. Amanda needed to figure some things out, and also figure out her next move. She wasn’t sure if she was wanted or not at the moment. There was about a 90% chance that she was, but there was also a small chance that Pitbull had got picked up for something that he’d done alone. Who the hell knew what type of shit Pitbull did when he left the house for days at a time? Amanda planned to go talk to a lawyer to see what they might be able to find out, first thing tomorrow morning. Amanda also had no idea about their businesses yet, she still wasn’t going to take a chance being anywhere near any of them. Amanda played out the best and worst case scenarios in her head. Best case scenario: Pitbull got locked up for something he’d done and was being held down at the police district with a bail. If that was the case, she could just run down to the courthouse, pay the bail, pick Pitbull up from the station, and life would go on as usual. Worst case scenario: It was the FEDS who came to get Pitbull, and they were after her too. Amanda was aware that the FEDS being involved put everything she owned in jeopardy. If the lawyer told her that this was the case when she talked to him tomorrow, she had no idea what she would do. Amanda fell asleep on the bed with these thoughts weighing heavily on her mind.
Amanda woke early the next morning and searched through the yellow pages looking for a lawyer. She didn’t want to hire one of those high price attorneys, she also wasn’t looking for one of those cheap ass weak attorneys. She was looking for something that was right in the middle. Like an up and coming bulldog who most people hadn’t discovered yet. Chances were, he wouldn’t be able to afford a Center City office yet, but he would be somewhere in the immediate vicinity. After a half hour of searching, Amanda was sure that she’d found her man. Avery Stern. Attorney at law. His office was located on 13th & Spring Garden Streets. Not exactly Center City, but not too far from it either. Amanda got Petey some breakfast before they hit the road. Even though the lawyers office wasn’t directly in Center City, there still weren’t any parking spaces in front of the building. Amanda parked her car a block away from the building and walked back to the lawyers office. Amanda walked into the empty lawyers’ office and was able to get a consultation immediately for a fee of $550. Amanda didn’t mind spending the money if it was going to help her find out some things. Avery Stern told Amanda that if he was going to be able to help her in any way, she was going to need to tell him the whole truth….about everything. Amanda reluctantly put her trust in Avery. She told him everything, about everything. Avery showed no signs of being surprised by anything Amanda told him. Avery told Amanda to wait in his office while he went to another room to make a few calls to his contacts to see what he could find out. That was all bullshit of course. If there was an open federal warrant out for Amanda’s arrest it would be public record. All Avery really had to do was call down to any federal agency and give them Amanda’s name. All of the extra shit Avery pretended to be doing was all game. He wanted to make it look like he was the type of lawyer who was willing to go that extra mile, so he could squeeze some more money, and hopefully future business out of Amanda. Avery returned 20 minutes later and took a seat behind his desk.
“I got some bad news and some very bad news.”
Amanda shook her head before she put her head in her hands. Avery held up a finger before he spoke again.
“But…..the good news is that there is a silver lining in this very dark cloud.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“The bad news is that your boyfriend is in federal custody. He’s listed as a defendant in a huge drug trafficking R.I.C.O indictment.”
Amanda looked at Avery with an incredulous look on her face. If that was just the bad news, what could possibly be worse than that?
“And what’s the very bad news?”
“The very bad news is that you’re also named as a defendant in the indictment. There’s definitely a federal warrant out for your arrest right now. Also, your businesses and assets have been confiscated by the federal government. And there’s surely a freeze on any legal money you may have in the bank.”
Amanda could feel a heavy case of paranoia run all throughout her whole body. She was having trouble breathing right now. Amanda grabbed Petey’s hand as she prepared to get the hell out of here! Avery stood up from his desk.
“Wait! Don’t you want to know what the silver lining in this dark cloud is?”
Amanda stopped in her tracks. What could it hurt to hear the guy out?
“What’s the silver lining?”
“For the right price, I can represent you in this case. I can also probably get you a bail and keep you out of jail until the trial comes around. A case this big could take three years or more to go to trial.”
Amanda was pissed. That was no silver lining whatsoever! She was still a fugitive, and she was still going to prison when they caught up to her. Avery also had not said one word about actually beating the case.
“Yeah, I’ll stop by tomorrow and we can talk about it.”
Amanda wasn’t coming back tomorrow or any other day for that matter.
Amanda stepped out of the lawyers office and took a deep breath. This was all too much right now. She just wanted to go to sleep and wake up to find out that this whole thing had just been a bad dream. Amanda reached into her pocketbook and searched around for her car keys. The big chain that she’d bought Pitbull was taking up lots of space and making it hard to find her keys which was making her more frustrated. Not to mention that Petey was asking to go to Mcdonalds every two minutes. Amanda finally found her car keys and started on the one block hike to where her car was parked. She looked at her young son as they walked down the street. She felt bad. A child shouldn’t have to live like this. Amanda was certain that even though Petey may not be fully aware of what was happening at the moment, he surely had to know that something wasn’t right, or at the very least out of the ordinary. A child shouldn’t have to live like this. The only worries a child should have is child-like things. Like what time Sesame Street comes on. Amanda decided that she would take Petey to the amusement park today. That would give her some time to think, and it would also give him a chance to just be a kid for awhile. Amanda cracked a smile at the thought of that. As she got closer to her car she slowed down. Then she stopped in her tracks. There were two police cars parked right next to her car. The cop cars had her car boxed in. The four officers who occupied those police cruisers were out of their cars and standing on the sidewalk looking into her car. Amanda immediately turned around and headed in the opposite direction. What the fuck was going on right now? Why were the police standing there looking at her car?
Amanda walked briskly as she headed in the opposite direction still on Spring Garden Street. She had no idea where she was heading. She did know that she was getting as far away from her car, and those police officers as she possibly could though. When Amanda got to 6th Street she spotted the 47 bus about to stop at the corner to pick up passengers. She grabbed Petey by the hand and ran as they chased down the bus. Amanda got on the bus and headed to the rear. Little Petey was excited. He’d never been on a bus before and he was loving the experience, even though he had no idea why they were on a bus. As Amanda walked toward the back looking for a seat, Amanda heard a voice call her name.
Amanda turned in the direction she’d heard the voice come from. She smiled when she saw who was sitting there smiling at her.
“Chyna! Hey girl! How you been!”
Amanda headed over and gave Chyna a hug. Chyna stood from her seat.
“Here. Come sit next to me.”
Amanda slid into the seat and put Petey on her lap. Seeing Chyna right now brought a smile to Amanda’s face and made her temporarily forget about her own problems. It was good to see Chyna, and even better to see that she was obviously doing better than she’d once had been. Amanda met Chyna back when she was still doing the pick-ups and deliveries herself back at the Black Moon Motel. Amanda had seen Chyna around the motel a few times before they’d officially met. Chyna was 27 years old. She’d been using heavy drugs and halfway fighting the addiction ever since she was about 14 years old. At the time Amanda met her, the addiction was clearly winning the fight. Chyna was turning tricks at the motel to support her habit at the time. She was working on the crackhead hooker’s row about a block and a half from the motel, but The Black Moon Motel was where Chyna bought her tricks to take care of business. Every time Amanda saw Chyna she thought to herself that the woman was much too pretty to be doing what she did. Even though drugs had a heavy hold on her, Chyna was still a very pretty woman. Chyna was a brown skinned beauty who could’ve easily passed for “Toya Wright’s” twin when she was clean. Chyna, and everybody else at the motel knew that Amanda was the person to see if you needed some drugs on credit. A “down on her luck” looking Chyna approached Amanda back at the motel and asked her about getting some credit for a few days. Amanda didn’t mind. She felt sorry for Chyna, and she was pretty sure she was just asking for a few bags or something. Chyna surprised Amanda when she told her she was looking to get fronted a little something so she could go into business for herself. Chyna was looking to get fronted $100 worth of drugs. She would keep $30 for herself and give Amanda $70 of the $100 when she finished. Amanda almost laughed in Chyna’s face. This was not getting fronted coke. This was basically becoming a worker. Chyna obviously didn’t really understand how the game worked. This was the exact same way Amanda and Pitbull paid all of their workers. $30 off of every $100. Amanda made Chyna a deal. She would give her the drugs, but Chyna could not sell her drugs at the motel. This was Amanda’s way of expanding her enterprise a little. Chyna agreed. She had no plans to sell her drugs to Amanda’s customers at the motel. She had tricking customers of her own who purchased big amounts of drugs when they bought drugs. Amanda didn’t know it, but Chyna understood the game. She understood the game better than Amanda did, really. That $100 worth of drugs that Amanda was going to give Chyna, turned into $200 worth, the second it touched Chyna’s hands. Chyna was going to repackage the drugs into much smaller bags and make more money. Chyna was also going to stop using, and become a business woman. She had plans, she just needed someone to help her get started. Amanda did that for her. Chyna sold her drugs quickly and always came back to Amanda with straight money. After about two weeks, Chyna stopped taking work from Amanda. She said that she was on her own now and buying bigger amounts. Chyna offered Amanda $500 as a payment for helping her get on her feet. Amanda had money at the time. $500 wasn’t shit to her, plus she was happy to see that Chyna had cleaned herself up. Amanda told Chyna to keep her money. She just told Chyna to remember her when she made it to the top. Chyna had never forgot what Amanda had done for her back then. She’d basically saved Chyna’s life.
“What are you doing on the bus? This is the last place I expected to see you at!”
Amanda shook her head.
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
Chyna nodded. She completely understood that feeling. She wasn’t going to press Amanda on the issue.
“I heard about the motel getting raided, and I heard Pitbull is locked up. I thank GOD every morning I wake for guiding me away from that life. I could’ve easily been caught up in that and sitting in jail right now!”
“Yeah, I hear you. That motel is a small part of the reson that you see me on this bus right now.”
Amanda told Chyna everything as they rode the bus together. Everything, all the way down to her trip to the lawyers office, and the cops standing near her car when she came out of the office. Chyna listened intensely before she told Amanda that she might be able to help her out with a few of her problems. Chyna completely quit the drug game when she saved up enough money to rent herself a place and have a little money in the stash. She used government programs to get housing for herself and training at a trade school. Chyna obtained her electricians degree at the trade school. She got a job as an electrician in the subway with SEPTA after she completed schooling. Chyna then signed up for the company’s apprenticeship program. She was accepted into the program and fast-tracked to a management level position. She was now a regional representative for the company. Chyna’s job was basically to figure out what the company could do to make for a more enjoyable ride for it’s passengers. Which was the reason she was on this bus right now. The government had hooked Chyna up with section 8 housing back when she’d first applied. Years later, it had just come through. Chyna had an apartment on the 15th floor in the Fairhill projects that she’d never even been to or seen. She’d been meaning to return the keys and inform the government that she didn’t need the place anymore, but she’d been so busy with work that she’d never got the chance. Chyna gave Amanda the keys and told her she could use the place….at least until the government figured things out. Chyna also told Amanda that the projects would be the last place that the FEDS would think to come looking for her at. It was basically a “safe place” for a person like Amanda who really had no ties at all to any hood. The FEDS would probably go to her parents’ house first and then start checking houses of any of Amanda’s old friends. A housing project in North Philadelphia was probably one place that would never pop up on their radars. This was only a temporary solution to one of Amanda’s problems……but it was a solution! Amanda gave Chyna a huge hug as she accepted the keys from her. Chyna also told Amanda that she could get her a job at SEPTA. It would be an entry level position, but a job was a job. Amanda agreed, even though she had no intentions on accepting Chyna’s job offer. Amanda remembered when Pitbull once told her “the last thing a person on the run should be trying to do is work a legal job.” That was a recipe for disaster. Anything that deals with Social Security numbers and birth Certificates were a no-no when you are on the run from the law.
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