Ford's POV:
He began walking further into the apartment. "Hey man, can I just get your dope real quick, first? Can't wait", I made it a point to look agitated, emphasizing how I was restless for his crack.
"I got you, dude, but the price has increased from what Eliza used to get for."
I thought he was high? Well apparently, not high enough to forsake the supply and demand strategies, touché, El Chapo.
"Do I look like someone who care about what it costs? Surely Eliza told you who I am, before", I deadpanned and he turned around to disappear into another room, which I assume to be where he 'cooks'. No wonder why this whole place smell like dog shit.
