So I climb in this breh's truck and he says "hey... ditch the tie"
so we start driving and I'm asking him questions. First off...this truck is musty AF and homie is like "you wanna spark one

"
I tell him "naw I'm good" on some Training Day shyt thinking he's testing me and I immediately think "damn what if I fycked up by saying no

"
No joke homie says "more for me" and pulls out a fat blunt and is smoking it while driving
I ask him about the job and the "salary" and he hits the meanest

right in my face... "salary?

" you make what you sell
So I ask him about the "route" and he hits the

on me and says "it ain't no route...you go wherever you can sell this shyt"
so now I'm

about this whole gig and I know homie ain't gonna just take me back to the office.
This nygga is driving around to every shopping center, every small business, mom and pop restaurant trying to sell fukking meat out of the cooler of his truck
talkinbout "we got these Omaha steaks, flash frozen, high quality"
craziest part is that there is no "set" price. As long as you sell it above whatever the retail is, you keep the profit. He starts the price at like $200 for two packs of steaks and burgers and then drops it all the way down to $75 for both packs

. He says "shyt all I made was $15 for an hour of haggling

"
I go in to a few of the stores with the breh...one time I'm his "younger brother" when he is at a barbershop

, next time he's the owner and I'm his trainee

, just pure foolishness.
I keep telling this dude "yo...take me back" and he's on some "nah... maybe a little later... I gotta get this bread... I'll run you back in the afternoon..."
Funniest story about the ride along is when we went into a beauty shop and homie was trying to sell meat to the owner and customers and used the line "if you were selling these steaks in here...maybe you'd be able to get better clientele"
We went into a gated community of mobile homes and he was hustling door to door talking bout it was a "goldmine" because there were so many people there... he was bargaining with these old ass white people on a fixed income on some

" We ended up getting chased out by security because he called some lady a bytch after she said "no solicitors

"
I finally told breh I would buy a fyckin pack of steaks off him if he took me back to my car... as soon as I got out that truck I went to my car and zoomed out
