April's appointment was for four hours. It was during that time that Benny came to me to discuss our only real options for getting the money to run. He would set up a couple of high end clients for me, and we would keep the money. Half would go towards running now, the other half would bank roll Benny setting up a profitable trade in crank, acid, and weed. He said these were relatively low risk high gain products, and should keep me from having to work anymore. i don't think either of us really believed that lie, but we told it to ourselves. And, privately i thought Benny would at least make a much kinder pimp.It was too bad i couldn't go to Mr. Catlette, the money from one trip to his house would have financed everything. But, that was absolutely out of the question, so Benny started working the phone, making discreet inquires about who might like a date with me. Someone with a lot of cash. i was still sick. After our talk i went back to lay in the bathroom floor. And, that was where i still lay, when John carried April in the back basement door, covered in blood.
