"Wassup homie, you get kicked in the butt and come home wagging your tail", Santu mocked me as he put his hand around my shoulder.
"Well, I debated in my mind the pros and cons. Cons: Humiliation, jail, death...Pros: A shit ton of money. As of now, I need money. In two months I need enough money to fund my mother's transplant. I don't care about consequences as of now. If I die I die. I cannot see my well-established family reduced to a sorry bunch of soulless people.", I said almost tearing up
"Yo, chillax bro. The tenser you are the more chance that we fail. We cannot fail. If we do we lose everything"
My mother was at the hospital. My father was somewhere getting wasted. We had marijuana a plant ant one shot at wealth we only dreamed of.
"How do we start our business bro? DO you have any idea HOW TO GROW WEED", Santu asked me.
"Do I look like a fricking drug dealer or a fricking botanist?"
"How about we search the net?"
"And invite the police in our house?"
"Bum-hole listen there are a ton of "borderline illegal" information in the net under the tag "for educational purposes only". Nobody is going to get suspicious. Max to the max they might think of us brainless brats searching those stuff to flex in front our peer group", Santu said rubbing his nose.
I looked at him in awe. "Whoa man, you are the definition of a brainiac. How do you know this stuff?"
"I might have searched the net sometimes...trying to learn about...you know toys...the adu---"
"Stop. Stop please stop"
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Taking money from where money is scarce is difficult. But I needed it to visit the cyber café to get information about the business venture we were supposed to get into. So I took my worn-down bicycle and cycled down the busy Grand Trunk road and uncharted "gullies" of Bandel suburbia to get to the most off-sight cyber café of all--
"Computer Crown"
I had worn a dark-colored cap and dark shades combined with an inconspicuous blue Covid-protection mask. Sometimes covid is a blessing ;).
The owner of the cafe was eyeing from afar. As I entered, the grumpy old man made his move as he took out a record book.
"Hey, brat. I know what you are here for. You, youngsters, are all the same. Come here either to play those violent games or to quench your lust. Ha! Sign here and do your god-damned business."
I understood from the look of the cafe that business was not going well. Probably he had incurred tremendous losses leading him to this sociopathic behavior. Not many people have a Cannabis variety growing in their backyard.
I signed the record book with an alias and a fake number and made my way into the computer room.
The computers were all very old. They had ancient specs and working there was like watching snails race. Yet I had no options. For about 4 continuous hours I researched about marijuana while keeping explicit adult material open in a next tab to avoid suspicion. The guy must have found me strange but I needed to do this.
After learning a fair share of marijuana farming. I finally exited the shop. The cold evening breeze brushed my hair. For once in my lifetime I knew what I needed to do