My words on profiting from a gang over working for stipends, was key to saying a lot about my quasi personality which I had sold to her in a bid to buttress my pariah as a wayward elite who had squandered his inheritance but was honest and knew the benefits of hustling his own coins. It took her some moments, till I was worried If I had perhaps taken my claim too far.
" You are better off working for me than risking it all in a gang. Yes it's true that you may get lots free buzz and drugs but. What is also true is the fact that you may loose your life even faster than it may take you to snort cocaine. A gang is no place for a man like you. Trust me when I say this." She said and waved her hard slowly to buttress her opinion.
