Ganja Games 💨

It has always been crazy to me when I have had to literally blow up a plugs phone to get them to answer or send me their location so I could grab a bag. It seems they usually have no job or work seldom, their kids are with the mother or grandmother and from the looks of their social media “Love to make money, show it off and party” however, they always seem aggravated or like they are doing YOU a favor by selling their product. Many times I have felt the need to make a RESERVATION the day before to pick up a bag of herbs in a random parking lot. Most times they don’t have a car, meaning you have to drive to them and run the risk of them asking if you can drop them off some place else!

This is always a sticky situation because you don’t want to make your plug feel as bad as they made you feel when you were trying to “shop with them”. Also you don’t know who is watching them or for that matter NOW WATCHING YOU! I usually make up some excuse not to take them or why they shouldn’t ride with me and dip as fast as I can out of the location. I already run the possibility of getting caught up in an undercover sting or drug bust for an 8th, now you want me to take you to Burger King so we can both grab a double Whopper, a shake and side of DRUG TRAFFICKING! Nah fam….

Another reason it is a mission to have to hike to your connects house which is usually on the other side of town is because plugs usually live in sketchy areas, meaning you shouldn’t be there unless you live there also, visiting someone or “shopping”. Usually the whole neighborhood is on watch for when you come in and when you leave out, since they are fully aware they reside in the middle of a drug ring and possibly even participate. Riding down the block to the “Carter” is like walking the green mile, it is an unspoken rule that you don’t look left or right out of your window because that looks “suspicious”, you should already know what house you are going too therefore, have no reason to be nosy and look around at any other door or patio along your way; No need to wave or look friendly since nobody else should know you…unless you pick up from them too.

Original Photography By: Some Dope Girl Writes, copyright 2021

Never the less, the best part are the plugs that try to get you to run a deal WITH THEM! AKA an extra gram for some “extra attention”. I have never been a fiend therefore, the extra isn’t necessary and even if it was I have no problem dropping the extra $10 to keep my dignity, pride and draws ON! The day I decide to drop to my knees and supply a 10 minute blow job for 10 extra dollars of green is the day I make a “fans ONLY” page and put a “For Rent” sign on my ass! Life has had it’s moments, but it’s never been that bad…I know…”Never Say Never”….unless it has to deal with laying butt naked on the bare floor of a plugs house which usually is not congruent with the money they seem to bring in! It has always amazed me how they can flash so many bands and still squat in a one bedroom shack eating beans straight out of the can, decked out in Coogi and Prada. I guess this would be the “trap house” but usually they LIVE in the trap house or with they mammas. The only trap seems to be thinking that THIS is the HIGH life….

Published by Some Dope Girl Writes....

"Some dope black girl writes" is inspired by the everyday life of a melanated, educated, sophisticated young woman living in an era where she is too young to remember slavery, segregation or "White's Only" locations but now old enough to be terrified at what may come again. Are our people strong enough this time to LIVE not just survive?

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