Saturday night was pretty interesting, I had a bunch of American University students who ran out of beer and desperately in need of some more, but the problem? it was two in the morning, no beer store would open legally that late and they needed my help, and for me it was an easy task because I know the right person to call. GHOST!
Ghost grew up selling those tiny 6 oz liquors during late nights around night clubs and college campuses from his back pack and these days he sells everything in the world from his basement for late night deliveries. A case of bud-light could cost as high as $60 at two in the morning but people don't give a shit they just want some more to keep the party going so they well pay anything. When I called Ghost he was in no business mode at all...
ME: Yo Ghost what's up?
GHOST: Stop playin' around nigga what da fuck you want?
ME: I have some AU kids with me and they need a couple of cases of any beer!
GHOST: Not tonight Mad, I am trying to hit this booty! wrong timing bro!
ME: You don't have to bring it here, we'll come and pick it up.
GHOST: What the fuck! are you deaf? NOT tonight!
ME: Come on Ghost don't be a dick motherfucker! help them out! Just do it for me please?
GHOST: You got 30 minutes or less to get your ass here Mad, and you owe me one! and make sure you bring $100, I will have two cases of Light waiting for you.
ME: Thank you! Thank you! We are on our way!!!
I charged them $80 to go all way to Cheverly Maryland to get the couple of cases of beer and back to AU. By the time all said and done each single can of beer cost them about $3.75 but the good thing is they all chipped in and hopefully got more shit faced.
"Mad, isn't it illegal to be an accessory to selling contraband beer to minors?"
Oh zip it! I cleared it with our legal department Mr Tesfaye, an Ethiopian cabbie friend of ours who is an expert with the law! He watches Court TV all the time so I guess he knows a lot of shit about the law and I got the green light from him to help out those future leaders of America.
Excuse me I got to go now there is someone knocking on my door! I think it's some jackass from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms! What the fuck he wants from me?
Don't forget the homeless.