June 24th, 2003
4:34 p.m.
Thirteen multiplied by Sixty equals....?
Come on now, use that head of yours.
Okay, fine.
Since every child that plays in the three feet deep OOC SIN baby pool isn't even educated enough to write in proper grammar, I'm going to go ahead and tell you that the answer to a tenth grade level math problem is nine hundred.
Don't worry, I'm not here to teach math lessons. But math plays a major part in the business industry that I am involved in, so it's my job as the teacher to ensure that the class understands everything in the lesson. So please follow me as I give you a lecture on making street level money safely and with ease.
First, let's go back to the math problem mentioned above.
The number thirteen represents the number of grams of cocaine being weighed out on digital scales by Shawn White who is the star of this movie.
Fade In
Shawn, wearing a pair of slightly baggy light gray ecko sweat pants and no shirt is laying at the bottom of the bed in their nice sized bedroom.
Jasmine, his brazilian barely legal girlfriend is laying cuddled up with a pillow at the top of the bed watching The Sopranos on a 27 inch HD television screen.
Shawn is making sure each one weighs atleast .09, and then he puts them in seperate bags. These seperate bags will be sold to a select few that will buy each one for sixty and then sell it to someone else at the original street price of one hundred dollars.
Using the "select few friends" he has, not only does he avoid fucking with the annoying "Henry Pazos" type drug fiends, he also lowers his risk of getting caught by atleast sixty to seventy percent.
Shawn takes a small break from bagging up his cocaine and grabs a plate that was sitting behind him hidden from the camera's eye. The plate contains a razor, a rather nice size pile of cocaine, and four six inch lines laid out ready to serve their purpose.
Shawn reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of money. Not a huge wad, just about a thousand dollars worth of fifties, twenties, and hundreds that are tightly wrapped by a rubber band. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and starts rolling it up.
"Don't get high off your own supply."
That qoute came from a famous man in a famous cocaine movie. I'm guessing that the man has never tried the drug for himself.
Shawn takes the already rolled bill and sniffs one of the lines up his right nostril, then quickly sniffed a second one up his left.
Shawn White: "There we go."
I have a strong belief that when God invented the cocoa leaf, his intentions were to tease his creations by deciding to allow a plant to sprout from the earth that can give a man the ability to feel like God for just a small amount of time. Nothing hand made has ever been created that can make you feel like Superman the way that cocaine does.
Shawn White: Shawn hands the plate to his girlfriend "Here baby."
Now that he's made himself alert again, he's goes back to doing what he was doing. Jasmine snorts a line up each nostril the same way Shawn did then uses the razor to cut out another four lines. Shawn is almost finished when his cell phone rings.
Cell Phone Ring Tone: "Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM GET THE MONEY, Dollar Dollar Bill Ya'll!"
Shawn answers
Shawn White: "Yeah?"
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Shawn White: "How many?"
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Shawn White: "Don't matter."
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Shawn White: "Ol girl will meet you in about ten minutes at our favorite restaurant."
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Shawn White: "No doubt, Peace."
Shawn closes the phones and tosses it beside him on the bed.
Jasmine: "Who was that baby?"
Hold on, TIME OUT FOR A SECOND!
If you've been paying attention, you already know that Shawn keeps himself in the shadows of the streets by just selling to middle men at discount prices. This of course slices the chances of him and the law brushing shoulders inhalf.
But, if you cut something in half, you're doing nothing more then just that.
Cutting something in HALF.
And half isn't good enough because that means there
is another half a chance of getting caught still out there sitting on that table staring you in the eye every second of every day.
Please continue watching as Shawn White blows a kiss good bye to that other half.
Time In
Shawn White Shawn tosses three of the gram bags over towards Amber. "Go meet Charlie at the Exon gas station over on the other side of town. He's going to give you one fifthy for it."
Jasmine: "Shawn! The show isn't even over yet!"
Shawn White: "Baby.... It's a DVD, you can just pause it."
Jasmine: ".... You're so lucky to have me!"
Shawn White: "Of course I am, you're the best girlfriend in the world."
Jasmine: "You better be here when I get back too."
Shawn White: "Come on now with that shit. Now listen, take the Honda this time and make sure you drive the speed limit, okay?"
Jasmine: "I know the drill hun."
Jasmine takes one more line, grabs the three baggies, and puts them in her panties. She grabs the car keys and tells Shawn she loves him on her way out the door.
Shawn White: "I love you to baby, be safe."
Fade Out
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I know what you're thinking ladies. There is something very wrong sending a innocent girl fresh from graduation day out into the streets to commit felonies for him just so he can keep his hands clean. Maybe you're right, but seriously now, who gives a fuck?
Boo hoo hoo poor little Jasmine.
This is the game and whatever's whatever. So the only thing going through Shawn's head right now is the satisfaction of knowing that while Jasmine is out there doing every hand to hand drug transaction herself, he is pretty close to fucking bullet proof when it comes to trouble with the law.
So watch as he sits in his nice apartment sniffing lines of cocaine out of hundred dollar bills.
What, you thought I wouldn't have nothing to say?
