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One day hill told me he was selling crack he was getting from a guy named Dee Dee. I told him I wanted to be down and he took me to meet dude. I remember Dee Dee talking to us in a professional tone, taking his time so we’d truly understand him. He explained that hustling was a company but it also had certain obvious, inherent risks, so we had to be disciplined. He knew that, like him, neither of us even smoked weed, so he wasn’t worried that we’d get high off of the work, but he wanted to stress how real the game was, that as a hustle it needed vision and dedication. We thought we had both. Plus, my friend had a cousin in Trenton, New Jersey, performing the same thing. All we required were Metroliner tickets to join him. When Dee Dee was murdered, it was like something out of a mob movie. They cut his balls off and stuffed them in his mouth and shot him inside the back of the head, execution style. You would feel that would be enough to keep two fifteen-year-olds off the turnpike with a pocketful of white tops. But you’d be wrong.â€
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