Bad news: dislocated and broke my right wrist, surgery is today at 1pm. But ill be updating! Jamar showed me how to cut it up so it was even for everyone wanting it, putting it in the baggies and where he kept them until the deal. "Finish these, I need to use the restroom," I watched as he dashed upstairs. I looked back at the cocaine in front of me, I got a tiny bit out with the card and sniffed it up my nose. I didn't feel it as fast as I imagined, it made my nose run a little so I sniffed it back up and I sneezed. I got back to cutting it up and putting it in baggies. It was around my fifth baggie I felt my hair stand up and I had the urge to run. I had so much energy to get everything done, I wanted to run around the house. Jamar came back downstairs, "how's it going?" I jumped and cocaine went everywhere, I swear he floated because I never heard him coming. He laughed at me jumping and came back to seat on the floor in the living room with me. My eyes felt huge but I tried to pass off for how I was five minutes earlier, sober. "Is something wrong, Zada? You're flying through the baggies." "No, I'm totally fine, are you fine? I am. Fine is just fine, right?" Too late, I already messed up and Jamar was going to know. I sat with a straight face, my stare blank and eyes huge.
Upday: surgey is Friday, not today. Dont know if I'll be updating as much but ill try. Ill be perked up on Percocets.
I'm going to try to update after surgery when I'm sober enough, if it sounds anything like "krsjysvke dukes gdj dhyehssharhbss" I'm sorry. I'll be tripping.
Surgery went well. It was about 2 hours, they done a auxiliary block in my right arm, when I woke up I couldn't feel my arm and I amused with my numb fingers. () I had my drain taken out earlier and I'm doped up on Percocets. Let me tell you guys right now... They are the best lil things I've ever had.
I had trouble eating I'm writing my update I'll have it tomorrow, I'm making up for my surgery. It'll be a long one!
Jamar took one look at me, "Zada! You're high off your ass! You can't be using the customers stuff, if you want some tell me. I'll get it for you and I can watch over you." I couldn't help but laugh, Jamar looked like his mouth was on his neck and when he talked it was like a candy PEZ dispenser. I couldn't help myself and on top of that I couldn't stop laughing, even looking at Jamar made me burst out in hyena laughter. "Can you focus long enough to fill the rest of the baggies?" Jamar finally got around me being high. After finishing up the last baggie Jamar made us dinner; chicken fettuccini Alfredo and salad. For a guy living alone he really went all out on cooking but it was five star delicious. Before he dismissed himself to shower he brought me upstairs to show me the options of the bedrooms for me to sleep. All the rooms had their own theme and the one I was breath taken by was the African animal theme, it was beautifully done. A soft and relaxing orange-yellow painted on the walls, African made vases, lamps and small touches, a plush white carpet floor with a zebra print accent rug and a brown with leopard sheet canopy bed was stunning. Above the dark brown wick dresser on the wall was a fifty inch plasma tv with a touch screen. On the left side of the bed was the walk-in closet, I didn't go in since I really didn't need it. To the right was the bathroom. Jamar showed me how to turn on the heated white marble floor and the towel warmer. The shower was big enough for twenty people but the shower had all around spouts instead of just the one shower head, it also had a temperature monitor. The bathtub or jacuzzi I should say was set up with candles unlit of course and small but deep containers for rose petals, bath fizzers and bubble bath beads. It was crazy but still amazing, I never knew they made floors that heated up and I never knew I wanted it until now.
It wasn't long before I was in the drug game with Jamar and making my own money. Pocketing six hundred a week was starting to really make me happy. I could buy anything I needed and wanted, of course if I went back home I wouldn't make as much and people would begin talking since it's small town. I would have to move here permanently, I couldn't just come back on certain weeks or even weekends. It was a long drive and the money needed to be worth it and it was here not at home. I possibly could stay with Jamar, I mean he would never know of my existence with all the rooms, the house was so spacious, plus a hotel room would start getting expensive.
New phone, new account and all that jazz. Now I don't need my sisters phone! --------------------------------- I walked upstairs to the balcony and called for Jamar, surely he would hear the echo. I called several times changing my direction before I ever heard an echo back. I rushed to the kitchen and found Jamar, I smiled to myself as I walked up towards him. "Can we talk? It's kind of important," he looked up at me sweetly and moved the pan he was cooking with over so it would not burn. "What is it?" He pulled out a seat from the dinning table and he sat facing me. His face teaming with concern, confusion and happiness; his expression upon his face made me smile back at him. "I was wondering if I could move in with you, I won't make as much money or sell no where near as much when I go home. I can help out around house, no strings attached, you can bring home your side chick and baby momma if you want. I'll cook, clean, do laundry and anything you need me to do." Jamar's face lit up in laughter, "Zada, I don't have a 'side chick' or a 'baby momma.' I would love for you to move in, you're funny, cool and someone I can see myself being good friends with." I wholeheartedly smiled at Jamar, I got up and hugged him tightly around the neck, "thanks, Jamar." I had money, a tax free job and a mansion to stay in, I could securely and finally say that my life was looking up for me. I called Casey on his cellphone in hopes I could tell him I got 'accepted to Wake Forest.' I got no answer so I left a voicemail and tossed the phone on my bed, I didn't need it. I seen Jamar coming upstairs as I was headed downstairs, he smiled and I did back. "Oh! Zada, do you need your things? I can call and arrange someone to get them, pack them and unpack them for you." "It would help, your shirts are a little bigger than what I'm used to." I giggled and he laughed back with a thumbs up.
"Hey, Zada, would you like to go out to dinner? I haven't gone grocery shopping yet." I heard Jamar from down the hallway as I turned to face him, his face hopeful. I gave him a genuine smile, nodding my head in agreement. As I turned to go back to my room I smiled wide at myself, Jamar was making me public. Not for any particular reason that I cared, I liked going out with new people and this was a chance for us to work on communication on a friend based level. Hopefully there wouldn't be any awkward silence, I instinctively opened the armoire I seen a tiny black dress, probably leftover from the previous girl here, I thought to myself. I don't know much about dresses, actually nothing about them but I did know that it is a size smaller than what I could wear. To fit my body in it I would have to duct tape my breast, stomach and still suck it in. I sighed carrying it from the hanger into the joining bathroom, I hung it up on the door while I looked in the mirror, the dress glaring back at me was all I could focus on. After half a hour I had conquered the dress but if I exhaled then the dress would reclaim its victory. I carefully went back in the bedroom, maybe this girl left her shoes too, but even if she did chances are they would be a 'break your neck and die if you dare' stiletto. A dress this beautiful even for just a low cut back black dress needed high heels not my neon pink and black leopard Vans. With no shoes to be found to the limits of what the dress would allow me to bend, I had gave up and slipped my Vans on. Looking at myself in the bathrooms full mirror I enjoyed what looked back at me, it was cute and played down. The pink Vans gave it color while allowing it to look cute but not overplayed or childish, but more modern and a bit sexy with the low back. I needed my hair to play the part as well, it needed a slight wavy curl at the end, with no curling iron insight I had to make do of what I had. I used a washcloth and dampened just a few inches above the ends of my hair. I rushed back to the bedroom and emptied out my bag, a pencil would do the trick. Taking it I ran back in the bathroom and re-dampened my hair to be sure. With a bit of heat from Jamar's hair dryer, which I didn't understand why he had one, he kept his hair too short to dry, I had my curls. I loved this look and I hoped to soon add it to my wardrobe, this girl left her dress here so I planned to take it with me. All I needed now was to see how Jamar reacted to this dress. I wanted my old life back; the parties, sneaking out (I wouldn't have to now) and getting into trouble. I missed my friends, but it was time to start my new life. Starting out selling and using drugs was a hell of a first start but, I wasn't going to stop at least any time soon. I refilled my bag back but left out what I didn't need, I grew a wild, mischievous smile and snuck downstairs in hopes Jamar wouldn't see or hear me. Making sure each entrance was clear; the kitchen hallway, upstairs and a hallway I wasn't sure of where it led to. I crept over to the end table, pulling out the compartment, Jamar showed me this compartment, if we had extra left over we were to put it here. I quickly, nervously and quietly took four baggies, two of marijuana and the other two cocaine. I closed the compartment before taking off wildly upstairs.