The TrazodoneTrade

Jimmy the Spic was dealing pills at a rented table in Mickey D’s; a small coffee buys you thirty minutes…..

The wiry Puerto Rican with the drawn inverted pyramid face slurped sugar from packets hid under his hood; always ask for extra…

You wanna sleep, he rattled off in a quick harsh tongue, I got something just for you amigo….

No…I’m fine Jimmy….just fine…

I got this Trazodone at Bellevue….bottles and bottles of the shit….I been storing up…..

Volume, volume, volume, Jimmy…passing the savings on…

To you man…I look out for all my customers….rich, poor, white, black….

What fucking rich people do you sell to…

Wall Street wives….marketing people…

They got insurance Jimmy…they don’t need you….I’m crazier than ten whores on crack….but, I’m not stupid…

I see….

Yeah….you see….time’s up Jimmy….

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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