to catch up, with a little interest.
Translation: twenty-five for her.
Like, we really need to sell some
ice right now, and everyone seems
to be a little short on cash or set
for the foreseeable future. Trey
actually goes downtown to peddle
small quantities to tourists and card
dealers—an inspired way to play.
Like, because we’re not selling it
very quickly, we’re tempted to go
ahead and smoke it. First the profit
goes up in a cloud of exhaled ice.
Next goes the investment capital,
or it would be investment capital,
but it wasn’t our capital to invest.
Like, by the time we’re supposed
to pay Cesar what we owe him, we’re
even further behind than when I
concocted that ridiculous plan.
We don’t have close to what he’s
expecting, and wouldn’t, even if
we sold everything that’s left.
Anyway, we can’t sell everything
that’s left, or we won’t have any
personal, or any way to get more.
Which leaves us pretty well
screwed. Like 100 percent
screwed, unless I can, with lightning
speed, concoct a workable Plan B.