Anyway, I recently held a conversation with an admitted drug dealer (no, I was not buying, as I don't do drugs (c'mon, we all know alcohol's not a drug!!), and I have a way with communicating with that type of demographic). He was of African American decent, and I was getting at him about Obama, citing this Carl's Jr. decision (see my blog yesterday for details) to not open new stores due to the cost of ObamaCare. Well, he hadn't had a "whiteboy up in my (his) shit" about welfare before, and at that point, I wasn't sure if that meant I was going to soon suck lead or earn his $0.02 on the issue. Frankly, I didn't care. Wouldn't be the first time someone threatened me with a firearm (would have been my first bullet wound though, assuming I didn't see the light). I wanted to get at this guy.
So we exchange rants. He made excuses as to why he couldn't work a regular job, had to be on welfare, had kids to feed, blah blah blahza blah. The same diatribe. It was evident he was collecting both aid and earning cash from his "side business". So I broke it down real nice for him.
Me - "You pay your connect for your weed?"
Guy - "Yup, gotta pay him for what I buy, then I break it up, bag it, and sell it on the street."
Me - "You then re-up, right?"
Guy - "Yup. Hit him up, pick it up, pay him, and that's it".
Me - "With your own money, right?"
Guy - "Yup."
Me - "Ok. So you owe me a piece of your profit."
Guy - "What? Fuck you. You didn't help me make that money dude."
Me - "Now you know how taxpayers feel. They risk their money everyday, just like you risk yours on your re-up, and when they sell their product, they make that money back plus a profit. But you are getting a piece of their profit every time you collect welfare. I think you should pay me a piece of your drug profit since I'm paying you a piece of my income."
The conversation soon ended, as he got heated, and I decided it was time to leave. I highly doubt I got through to him, but he'll never forget this whiteboy.
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