Jason had decided that he didn't mind the city. It was different from London in more ways than one, but some things were more or less the same. The projects were the tower blocks for example, and both were shit holes filled with guns and drugs. At least back home though a couple of the towers he had lived in had lifts, the block his new made friend lived on didn't and thus he was pissed off at the prospect of climbing a bunch of stairs. He was hoping his mate had some good news for him otherwise he was gonna be in a right mood on the way back down the bitches. 

Nevertheless he made his way into the projects and began climbing stairs, cursing every new stairwell. He had never been to Nathan's place before but had been told the floor and door number he was on. Finally reaching the correct door he knocked, first quietly, then a little too loudly when there was no reply.

“Who be that banging up my door!?” Came a woman's voice from inside, a thick Jamaican accent coming with it. Jason didn't do or say anything, just stood there until someone got off their ass and opened the door up.

“What you want boy?”

Jason assumed it was Nathan's mum, she was a big woman, tall and chubby looking. 

“Nathan.” Jason said calmly, staring at the woman.

“What you want him for? What's ya name?”

“Socialization... Jason. Jay.” Jason grunted, starting to lose his patience.

“Hey Nathan! White boy at the door! Boy say his name Jason, you know the boy?” She shouted, not bothering to turn her head and covering Jay in spit.

“Yeah, let him up in here D, Jay be cool!”

“All right, he say you cool. Get in here my youth, sorry about that, can't be too careful, you know?”

“Yeah, it's cool. Don't worry about it.” Jason spoke, following the woman inside and being directed to a room. He went inside, finding Nathan grinding up green. 

“Why you grinding it? Dudes can do that their own self.” Jason said, checking out the room.

“Nah, not everyone’s got a grinder, and this way it's ready to spiffy up, you know?”

“I don't know man, seems a little generous for shotting.” 

“Maybe back in England, but out here it's a buyers market, you gotta do what you can to keep people coming back to you. There's a hundred other bitches they could go to to get a bit of ganja, you feel?”

“Fuck knows, I never sold green. Where do you get yours from?” Jason spoke, a possible idea coming to him. 

“I buy it off some corner boys down the way, they too busy selling that H, but they give the green they get to me and I slip them a little something every time I need a re-up. Shit sells out quick at school.” Nathan explained, finishing grinding and bagging what looked like a ten bag.
“You buy it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why, you said it yourself, there's a hundred other bitches selling the same shit. Why don't you just wait for them to re-up then move in and take their shit? You could sell just as much and you wouldn't have to kick up nothing, the profit would be yours alone.” Jason smiled, liking his idea.

“That's not a bad idea, I know a dozen other dudes who sell plenty every week... But it's a little risky, not all of these dudes are pussies, we step to one with any heart at all and things are bound to get violent.” Nathan explained, looking like he was thinking.

“How much green we talking? Enough to warrant a little violence?”

“Considering you dropped Mike for $20, yeah, I'd say the few hundred we could make a week is enough to ease your conscious, right man?” Nathan laughed.

“Damn straight.” Jason chuckled. “So who's getting jacked?”