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A nickel weighs five grams. No matter what kind of scale you weigh it on - whether it be a triple-beam, a digital scale or one of those cheap little metal hand scales that you can keep in your pocket - a nickel weighs five grams.

Do not carry scales or baggies on your person.

There’s a way you can make a block hot without making it hot. It’s all in how you handle your business.

Don’t sell where you lay your head.

Don’t send packages to your house or your mama’s house or your baby mama’s house.

When someone comes with that line “I know where I can get it ten times cheaper than what you are charging,” they are lying.

You will always make more money on the breakdown, but the breakdown takes longer to make the money.

If you smoke a gang of weed and have no discipline, this is not the hustle for you. If you know how to balance your shit, you will be cool.

Although it is called the game, it definitely is not a game.

There are 28 grams in an ounce. There are 16 ounces in a pound. That means there are 448 grams in a pound. A gram sells for $20. If you are nice, you will sell 3 grams for $50, but not everyone is nice like that. You always make more money on the breakdown, which is why curb hustlers tend to make a pretty good profit and don’t branch out into pushing weight. Why should they when there is so much more money to be made on the breakdown?

A quarter pound of chronic is 4 ounces. That is 112 grams. If Doughboy sells you a QP for $1000 and you sell nothing but dub sacks, you will make $2240 in one day. Because as soon as the word gets out that someone has some good chronic, everyone is buying.

If you are smart, you will short sack people. Instead of putting in a whole gram, pick out the fluffier pieces and sell them in sacks with .75 grams in them. No one is going to ask you to weigh a dub sack. If you know what you are doing, you pack the bag in such a way that it looks stuffed.

You started out with 112 grams (a QP). That’s 112 sacks to be sold. If you are smart, you will cut some people some deals. Sell a few $50 sacks because since they are short anyway, you aren’t missing out on anything.

They are going to be excited when they get that sack because they know that they are getting some good smoke. Doughboy only sells that sticky green and you can smell it before you even open the bag. That is going to be blowing their minds.

After you’ve sold your 112 sacks, you will discover that your $1000 has turned into $3000. In one day.

This is the mathematics of marijuana.

I was standing on the corner of Venice and Western waiting for the #207 to take me towards my grandmother’s house. This was before they made all the changes to the shopping center that is on the corner. Newberry’s was still there, along with a dress shop that sold discount fashions. This was before the riots gutted out the buildings on this corner causing them to build more.

A boy came and stood beside me at the bus stop. The sun reflecting off his gleaming white Starter jacket caught my eye. He was bobbing his head to whatever beat was playing through his walkman. Every once in a while he would do a small dance move, mostly with his shoulders. He noticed me watching him and smiled. His eyes were green. He had pretty teeth. Embarrassed, I blushed and turned away. The bus was coming up the street. I started digging in my pocket for my bus pass.