The Confessions of a Vengeful TeenagerChapter 2
"I'll take three ounces," Ezra announced and stretched out on the leather sofa. The man grimaced and nodded. "You know the price, Ezzie. It'll be one twenty." Ezra snorted. "A ton for cash?" The man stood up from behind the table and gestured towards Ezra. "Yo fucking with me Ezzie? Yo do this all the fuckin' time, discount for something. What's this, a discount for cash? Yeah, 'cos I'll just go and get me card machine. It'll go on your statement as Weeds R Us," he shouted...