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Every mentally capable human being has a choice to make. These choices can be good and they can be bad. Mine seemed good at the time. But, let me tell you I was wrong. 

I was 20 years old when I met Darron. I had an old beat up car that got me from point A to point B. I couldn't hold down a job because I didn't have priorities and when I got fired from one I was in no hurry to get another.

Since I didn't have many priorities I found myself knocking on the door of the local drug house. At the time my drug of choice was marijuana. Pit Bulls barked on a chain in the yard. I touched my hair and looked into the window to see my reflection as I waited hesitantly hoping I wouldn't get cussed out when the door was answered.

Pop, was his name. He came to the door and said "Meagan, what are you doing up here?". "You couldn't call first" he said agitatedly. 
"I'm sorry Pop, I didn't have your number in my phone"
Let's just say it's really not a good idea to show up at the local dealers house unannounced even if you're just looking for a dime bag.
"Well, what you want?" He said.
He looked me up and down like I was a piece meat. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were raised. 
Pop had sold me a few bags before and every time I had to leave abruptly afterwords. He always had something sexual to say. His wife was about 350 pounds and stayed at the bingo parlor. So he was always looking for someone young and fresh to put his hands on.

I quickly said, "I was just looking for a dime, Pop"
"Well, here is the thing. You're gonna have to go in the back room and talk to D.B. cause he got all the weed rite now" he opened the door wide and I stepped into the house.
I was thinking in my head, who the fuck is D.B. I have never heard of this one.
Pop, walked towards the back and I followed.
Loud music was coming from the room and he tapped the door a couple of times. 
"Hey, D! You got a visitor out here" Pop yelled.
"Who is it?" I heard in a deep voice coming from inside.
"Ay, just open the door man" 
The door opened slowly. Rap music was blaring and Xbox was on some kind of football game.
There was Darron. Dark and handsome, clean and younger looking. He had brand new red Nike shoes, a matching red shirt, some dark wash pants on and a black hat. He looked and me for a minute then struck up a smile. A wide smile. His teeth were shiny white and he had a warm look on his face.
"Well come on in, and what is your name?"
I walked in slowly and said "Meagan".
After the entrance he immediately got down to business.
"Well, what you looking for Meagan?"
"Weed" I replied quickly.
"Ok, how much you needing?"
"I was only looking for 10". Ten dollars worth is usually all I could buy cause I would have to scramble up money and like I said I didn't have a job.
"Well, ok then. That's all you need?" 
"Yes" I said embarrassingly.

He walked over to a nightstand and pulled a shoe box out of the drawerer with a scale and weighed out a couple of nuggets. Through it in a plastic sandwich bag and held it out. 
I passed him the 10 dollar bill quickly.
I said "Thank you" went to turn toward the door.
He stopped me. "Where you from?"
"Vernon" I said quickly and nervously.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 20" looking at him nervously I wondered what he was about to say.
"Alright, well don't tell nobody what goes on in this room"
I nodded my head in agreement and said "Thanks"
"Call Pop next time you come"
Pop was waiting outside the bedroom door and gave me his number. He watched the whole deal. I was ready to get out of there. I took his number and went to my car as fast as I could. 
Pop stood at the door and said "Come on back soon" in his 'I wanna have sex with you' demeaning tone.
I got in my car and went to roll up my weed. That was my first but surely not my last encounter with Darron. Little did I know he would be in my future for quite some time.

To be continued..