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I knocked on the drug dealers&039; front door

I listened with a s hidden in everything from toilets to cookie jars, to no doubt deep inside boxers and briefs I heard a chair fall over I heard so and the running of footsteps

I was tempted to yell, "Police" and really listen to the fireworks within I ht even hear acrash as one of the gently back and forth, hands behind my back, just a five foot, three-inchdealers

My alarnored it I knew, after all, what I alking into

Finally, I heard footsteps cautiously approach the door

An acne-covered Caucasian face peered at h the door&039;s dirty curtain The face frowned, and then looked alht before he partially opened the door

"Excuseif I could borrow your phone?"

"My phone? Yo, fuck off, bitch This ain&039;t no Triple Fucking A" And he promptly slammed the door in my face

Or tried to

I stuck out my hand, and the door rebounded off it so hard that it sla dealer&039;s face I followed the swinging door in, pushing harder The young punk reached for his nose and for soetting shot tonight, I caught his hand in rabbed what he&039;d been reaching for under his shirt

I ca the gun around and pointed it at the others, ere all reaching inside their own pants Apparently, this was the official greeting of drug dealers everywhere

"Hello, boys," I said "Hands where I can see them"

"Fuck this shit," said a tall black kid who couldn&039;t have been lea walnut handle of an expensive revolver, and before his hand got very far beyond that, I fired the weapon A bullet hole appeared in the kitchen linoleum next to his foot, perhaps just inches away

He juirl "Holy sweet Jesus! The bitch is crazy!"

I held the gun steady on the trio ere standing around the kitchen table All three were in their late teens or early twenties Hardly drug lords

I said, "Next one who callstoe Got it?"

No one uy next tohis aro and threw him a little at the saht have thrown hiuns and kick theathered the weapons and emptied them of their bullets I dropped the bullets in one of my jacket pockets Next, I had the four hoodluood little boys

Or bad boys

They didn&039;t like a wo a kick out of it When they were all seated and staring at un casually in front of me I couldn&039;t help but notice my feet not only didn&039;t reach the floor, they didn&039;t even reach the first rung of the stool Still, I swung them happily and looked at my four new friends

"Well," I said, "here we all are"