19 October 2012
New York City at night. In a small, dark ally there was a man. You could only see the small red spot of his burning cigarette. I was walking to this ally that night. You are probably thinking- why should a man like myself, go to that ally? So I will explain: It all started in one fine evening. I was meeting some friends from work. It was on Benjamin house, on 48th and 6th. Just a bunch of lawyers. "Come in, Jon." Said Benjamin when I knocked. Michael and Jacob were already there. "So, what do you think about this Thompson case?" Said Michael. " I don't know. It is quite strange..." Said Jacob. "I think that he did it. I mean, why that someone will get caught with 20 pounds of weed in his car, house and clothes?" I said. "But Jon, the guy is 62 years old... Why would he deal drugs?" Said Benjamin. Benjamin was a kind man. He could be a model, you know. But he wanted something more steady. Because, and I quote:'beauty come and go, but mind come and stay.' He is a tall guy, and he have those olive green eyes, and a light brown hair. He was always wearing those expensive suits to work. He was that guy, that all men want to be him and all women wants to be with him. He has this very convincing tone. You could buy everything that he will say. His low, soft, gentle voice could make you believe that what you just said is wrong. "I don't know" I said. "Maybe he needed money and started dealing drugs... Being a drug dealer doesn't mean that they are using this stuff..." "You are probably right.... Maybe he didn't use it." Said Michael. Michael was "the new guy". He came from Canada last year, to become a lawyer in our company. He had blue eyes and a blond, even slightly snowy hair. He was a very quite guy, but as soon as he opens up his mouth, you find out that he is hilarious. He's only fault is that he is easily convinced. "But do you want to hear the most amazing part? The police officers that caught him, got some of the weed. Look!" Said Jacob as he takes out of his pocket 4 small bags that contains green powder in them. "Hell no." I said. " I ain't smoking this thing." "I'm not doing this too. This is illegal and wrong." Said Michael . "If my brother ain't smoking, neither do I" said Benjamin. "If you are going to smoke this stuff, get the hell out of my flat." Jacob is our most repulsive friend. The only reason I keep seeing him, is because we work together, and he was my brother closest friend back in England. When we moved to New York 20 years ago, they took a promise that when they will grow up, they will live in the same city again. He was a short, blacked hair guy. His short black hair and his fail tries of growing a beard just made him look foolish.
"Well, I am not going to smoke those.... I just want that you will give those stuff to my buyer... I gave him to many times... I need someone new. Who's in?" And suddenly, everyone besides me put their fingers on their nose. "Well, Jon, I guess you have been picked. Take this suitcase to the ally near my house. You will meet a guy name fox their. He will give you 50,000 in cash. If you will do this, I will give you all the fifty grand. So?" "Hell no." I said. " this is illegal. I could get arrested for this stuff!" "But fifty grand! This is a lot of money... And we know you need this.." Said Jacob. "Fine. I'll do this. But only this one time. And just for the money."
Copyright 2012 written by Ofir Leshem
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