The fumes in the kitchen were making Sean feel dizzy. He untied the rag from around his face, walked over to the front window, and smiled to himself as he spotted an undercover squad car parked across the street. He wasn’t surprised. The Feds had been all over him since he’d gotten out of jail a few months ago. He had been there for an assault with a deadly weapon charge that had stemmed from self-defense. A few guys had jumped him behind a Target for the crack he had been carrying. He had no choice but to stab one of them, and when he did, the rest took off.
“Josh, can you close the blinds real quick?” Sean said, to his friend and sales partner. He had known Josh since they were in grade school together, and they had started everything together, from smoking cigarettes to moving weight. “Yeah, I got you,” Josh replied. Normally, Sean wouldn’t have worried about people looking in through the window, but lately the cops had been following him around so much that it was hard to use the bathroom without catching a whiff of bacon.
After spending a few months in jail waiting for his court date and for witnesses to be subpoenaed, he had finally gotten released because an employee from Target had brought in the security tape from that night. He couldn’t have been more grateful. He had even thought about trying to turn his life around, but here he was, a week after being released from jail, cooking up the same thing that had got him there in the first place.
Aside from smoking bud on occasion, Sean’s addictions included Steel 211 Reserve, Marlboro Smoothes, and making money. He had been selling crack cocaine since he was twelve years old, and his brother, Evan, had showed him how to cook cocaine into crack in their apartment’s kitchen. Both of Sean’s parents had died when he was very young, and his brother, who was almost eighteen at the time, was left to take care of him. His brother had been his closest friend up until he was shot and killed about five months before Sean’s trip to jail. It was a crack sale gone wrong, and even though his brother carried a gun, he hadn’t seen it coming because the customer was someone who was close to the family. That had been a real low point in Sean’s life. He started spending all his extra money from standing out in the park on ecstasy and LSD. He stopped making any money at all and was only making enough to keep up with his newfound drug habit. When he was jumped by the fiends at Target, he had been selling to get a ten-pack of pills later that night.
He had almost been glad for the time spent in jail. He had gotten clean. He was coming back to his neighborhood with a fresh start, and at first, had thought of using it to turn his life around. Instead, he used this new sense of mind to make more money then he ever had before. Every night, he was turning ounce by ounce of cocaine into crack, and he was easily making five grand a week. Pushing was his full time job.
For about a month, everything was going great for him. He was wearing new shoes and new clothes everyday. He had fourteen-carat gold with a real diamond studs in his ears. He had a brand new iPhone for the girls he dated and a Sidekick for all the deals he made. He had even bought his first car, a GMC Yukon XL, black on black. He felt like he was living the best that he could, due to the circumstances. But what he didn’t know is that word of all of the sales was spreading.
He would sell to one friend, then they would tell their friends who they bought from, who would tell their friends who THEY bought from. Even though he had always enforced the rule of silence, everyone wanted to help out a friend over a dealer. It was no surprise that the chain reaction brought the word around to a federal agent.