So, here is my system. I found a calculator in the trash can. I used to dig for gold all the time. I found somebody wedding ring at the old apartments I was at for the hospital rehab because I was in a program. I pawned off.
So, I did my calculations with the whole car wash business.
Washing a whole car is 30. Let's just stay in this range of thought. It's seven girls at C&W and counting me makes eight. First, I know Synadena and I know, Butterbiskuit. So, if let's say, 21 cars come to get washed at the C&W, eight girls wash for 30 dollars as a whole. That's 630 dollars divided between eight people working, I get at least 78 which is close to 80 dollars if rounded (I remember).
But that's just cars. So then you count people that may come in for like a tire or something.
Tires at the C&W are 10 dollars. In a scenario, let's say you have 15 people get they car washed and three people get a tire. So, again, 15 times thirty equals 450 plus the 30 dollars from tires. 450 plus 30 equals 480 divided by the eight bitches. That comes out as 60.
With my supreme reasoning skills, Butterbiskuit is essential, unless you start sabotaging cars and turning niggas that ain't on drugs, to drugs.
Blood is an addiction, as well as a vital essence of life. Vampires need blood which is created through the bone marrow.
So, I got to thinking about the other side business and Synadena gave me all the counts of the products.
Looking over this shit, again. A tablespoon of blood is sold at C&W for 12 dollars. A tablespoon, is also sold in teacups. They give you a teacup of blood for 24 dollars. Nobody bought a teacup; probably because it doesn't come with a bulk. You get one teacup for 24 dollars.
Coming from a crackhead standpoint, 24 dollars for a teacup is a NO!
Teaspoons is sold in bulk and that gives you more of a lasting.
I'm not worried about like air freshers because I kept one in my house for weeks in the vents and smelled shit, so you can exit that product.
In conclusion, you need to fuck up niggas cars, so you get the extra from the tire sells.
Concerning the blood business, because I'm a crackhead for it myself.
You could make improvements. What about church for drug addicts. Everybody knows it's not good to taint your soul (I used to have mollies) because that like allows somebody else to come in.
My body is a temple, it's a house. So, the argument would be, is it bigger profit dragging them down or up?
You can't kill the costumers because that's money and if somebody buying, no fucking money.
I got 35 fucking dollars...
My apartment has a TV, check. I have one bathroom with no tub. I have retorted to laying my underwear on the dresser next to the TV which is hot without being turned on.
Tomorrow I will be looking through, Ms. Octavia's goods, I may ask her daughter.
Then, I have no idea has this drag race shit works, so I have to ask around.
What if I talk to Rosie?
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In the morning, I went downstairs and went to room in the motel that was the second from the right. I knocked on the door and heard babies crying.
What I hear through the door, "Rosie get the goddamn knob!"
"Don't fucking yell at me. That baby ain't that important you can't fucking open it!"
"Bitch, at least I do something!"
"Fuck you Chalmers!"
"Bitch fuck you! Don't do shit in this house but claim everything! I'm sick of it!"
"Can't kill me!"
"Imma call the fucking police on yo ass, let's see about that."
"Do it! Give them my birthday." The door finally opens, I regret everything. "Thank you, I'm Rosie. You that new girl, Cedrica?" she smiles. "Yeah... can I ask you something?"
"Here this bitch go again asking for friends." says the big nigga in the back sitting on a sofa with a baby vamp. "Chalmers."
"All the friends in the world but you keep having babies. You need to turn yo whole life around and stop trying to get a fucking friend all the fucking time. And put time into these children."
Rosie poked the inside of her cheek. "Chalmers... be quiet."
"Keep fucking every nigga you see."
"Except you," she looks over her shoulder. "You look like Edward."
"If I look like Edward fucking Cullin. Bitch you might as well say you live in a nursing home."
"Why the fuck would I say that?"
"Because that nigga look like milk! He fucking vegan!"
"Chalmers... ain't nothing wrong with being vegan, I'm vegan."
"A vegan with four motherfucking toddlers the same fucking age and need blood."
"Ooo, I just want you to shut up."
"Come shut me the fuck up. You ignorant bitch!"
"Excuse me." Rosie steps outside and closes the door. "I'm locking you the fuck out!"
He kicks the door, "Don't fucking do that!" she turns to me. "What you need?"
"Um, I wanted to know about the drag race?"
"Samhill Heavens?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm sorry, I've with that man since I was 16. We don't argue all the time." she scratches the back of her neck.
Rosie is pretty, she has a big forehead and painted red lips with thick green eyeshadow. A pair of purple stud earrings and long acrylic nails with glitter. Her eyes are blue plus a nose piercing.
"What you want to know?"
"Um, how does it work, like, what happens at the races and dogs."
"ok," she scratches her nose. "So, a werewolf, if bought, will run you about 822 to 1600 plus, from a priest. The races are like regular ass street racing but like niggas is out here trying to kill each other wiyth the Word. If you do, and they need that person dead. You get a bonus."
"It's a death race?"
"Yeah," she nods. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Rosie Madison Peters. That was my husband Chalmers Hopkins."
"You got kids?"
She smiles. "Yeah, Charlie is turning seven, my youngest like eight month, I got a little girl from a different nigga, her name Paige and, um, Mesquita."
"Y'all live over here, like all the time?"
"I used to be registered. I killed somebody. Most everybody used to be registered. I got blood but them people funny; like they used to change my insurance. You work at the C&W?" she pulls her shorts down. "You seen Butterbiskuit?"
"She look nice." I say. "We go to church. It's a mile from here. You talk to Synadena?"
"Yeah, she run the lot."
"Her pimp good to her. He my ex."
Please don't let me find out anymore. I swear to God. "I don't mean to pry," I'm stupid as FUCK! "You had a dog?"
She sneers, "I hate my nigga. We had werewolf named Pony know we broke."
"Damn, what happened?"
"I like talking to you already. I can't stand being in the house all the time. He just wanna argue sometimes with me, cause he bored. Guess what?" she smirks.
"What?"
"Butterbiskuit is his sister. So sometime he gotta ask her for money." she full of smiles, and it's annoying. "I don't get why he mad ause like, his sister live over here."
"Really?"
"She split with him so that's like an extra hundred dollars for rent. Her fat ass said she can't take care of my kids no more. Her money ass said she was gon get the DOCK on me. Ain't that wild?"