[ WP ] You were born with a large birthmark in the shape of a dragon . However , this is just a coincidence ; there is absolutely nothing magical about it , and you 're getting really tired of explaining this .

`` I'm tellin you fam, Riz rolled up into T Dawg's crib and shot the motherfucking joint up. I told that nigga not to fuck wit Riz, this nigga deep with the Crips but naw, T Dawg just had to push his shit.'' Based G said, shaking his head in disdain at the poor choices T Dawg made. 
 
 `` Damn nigga, ambition got the best of him. Remember the days when we all posted up on the block slingin that good shit'' Jayrone reminisced as he took a long puff from the blunt, letting the deep warm smoke fill him to edge of his limbs before blowing it out his nose, immersing the black Cadillac SUV in a haze of foggy dankness. 
 
 `` Nah fuck that noise nigga, ai n't none of these niggas got respect. That's why T Dawg started that stint. Multi Level Marketing or some shit, I do n't know what these kids learning today in school but he took one too many classes and ended up in the dirt. We working for Big M now, much more respect in this line of work.'' Based G coughed as he passed the blunt back to Jayrone. He checked his watch. 11:57 PM. Three more minutes. A sense of excitement overcame Based G as the first wave of adrenaline hit. His mind raced through a list of every scenario that could happen in the next few minutes. It was his third job, still a rookie, but experienced enough to know what to expect. 
 
 `` That's not what I'm saying though. It was simple back then, you sell to niggas and you get paid for whatchu sell. Nowadays everybody all wrapped up in this complex ass shit negotiating deals and shit. That's when shit always be going wrong, cuz niggas are too greedy. I keep it simple, that's how I roll.'' Jayrone inspected his Glock 22 to make sure the 15 rounds are still in there. It was time to move out. 
 
 Two black men in black suits and black shades stepped out of the black SUV into the black night. As they approached the apartment complex they can hear the faint yelling of a woman screaming at her husbands, followed by the sound of glass shattering. They passed the concierge, who's shocked expression signaled her surprise at why two men would be wearing shades in the dead of night. But the surprise was brief. Between the shooting last week and the overdose victim last night she was too stressed out as it is, and men like these do n't come to make things better. Her phone vibrated and she went back to playing Clash of Clans. 
 
 Although Jayrone hardly ever thought about things bigger than himself, he could n't help but ponder what would have happened to Riz if his plan had worked. After all, he was tight with Riz back in the days. Would he have been driving sports cars and going to clubs in Armani suits with 2 girls under his arms? He has watched enough movies to know what it was like to be a high rolling drug dealer. But the elevator ride was brief, and when he stepped out he was only focused on one thing. 
 
 `` You think what they say is true? I mean it's hard to imagine someone uglier than Marco. That motherfucker look like he spends his evenings deep frying his bald ass head.'' Based G joked as they walked down the hall flanked by old peeling walls, the rhythmic creaks of coil spring mattresses, and the occasional obscenity screamed by some kid playing Call of Duty. They say Based G talked too much but it was his way of controlling that anxiety. The anxiety of opening up a door and not knowing if you'll be kissing worms next. 
 
 A florescent light buzzed and flickered next to room 521. A flimsy wood door was all that stood in the way. With his Glock in his right hand, Jayrone knocked loudly three times, and the loud confident knocks made sure that the tenants would be able to discern it. There was no response. Jayrone raised his hand to knock again, but a thunderous rip from inside the room peppered the door with holes. Jayrone and Based G collapsed onto the ground, twitching and struggling gasping for air but to no avail. Jayrone gurgled and ceased moving. Based G looked up at the flickering light as his gaze faded into oblivion. 
 
 A woman would n't stop screaming. A baby would n't stop crying. The door to 521 slowly opened and a man with an ugly birthmark on the side of his face stepped out in his underwear. He crouched by Based G and flicked his cigarette onto the limp body. He pulled out a new cigarette and lit it with the smoking tip of his Mac-10, which he used to rid himself of the intruders. Taking one long puff, he looked down with contempt and said `` I'm really tired of explaining this.'' 
 

