Drillmington: Ratbone

TSL and Julisia reaped the benefits. One of the best ways they earned money included earning it from crypto engineers. All they had to do was go on social media sites and look for dating apps.

“Hey! I’m just asking for $1000,” Julisia would ask one of the females.

“For what?”

“For me.”

“You can’t get anything for free,” the respondent replied.

“Tell that to the US government. Now, I’m going to need that 1K.”

The respondent thought about it.

“Is this a scam?”

“No. I’m not promising you real estate or student loan forgiveness. I’m just requesting the money based on my honesty and integrity.”

“Alright, I’ll do it. But it’s gotta be crypto.”

“That’s fine, I have a crypto account.”

They exchanged information on the cryptocurrency and made it possible for the four figures to be transferred.

“I got it….” Julisia’s smile was like the Christian myth of the gates of heaven opening.

“I just put a phone call in to some activity on third street. Should be about $4000.”

Julisia jumped up and placed down her phone. She wrapped her arms around Top Shelf’s neck. She swayed a bit. The rocking back and forth kept TSL mind together.

“We earned $5000 in less than an hour. We’ve been able to grab after the money that we would not be getting just from shows and merch. The Cryptopimping and the snitching is almighty dollar shining down on us,” Top Shelf said.

They then looked at the balance in the .org.

“We’re at $140,000 in tax free money in just over a week,” Julisia said with a sense of calm.

TSL took the digital currency and transferred it into the snitch account and made extra money that way.

“We have that show tomorrow. Don’t forget it’s $90,000. You have to make sure you balance the books because there’s definitely taxes attached to that kind of activity.”

“Of course, baby. I know that we can get this cash together. We’re making headway by respecting the dollar.”

A knock at the door caused TSL to grab his assault rifle. He looked out the window.

He saw his partner Ratbone’s car. Now, Ratbone, he was the one that championed the snitching game. He showed TSL the way of life. When his sister and nephew were gunned down he paid for the funeral.

“Good evening, sir,” TSL greeted him at the door.

“Good evening,” Ratbone said. He said it like returning a salute to an enlisted warrior.

“How are you making money besides shows?” Ratbone asked.

“We’re taking in from a few sources.”

“That’s good. I noticed your gunsafetyforkids.org. I nearly exited my body. I said my mentee is doing his thing.” Julisia soon came downstairs.

“I’ll be goddamned. The presence of this angel is a blessing,” Ratbone declared.

“Hey, Ratbone. I’m sure you men are talking about business. Coffee?”

“Please. Two sugars and lots of cream.”

“Babe?”

Top Shelf indicated he wanted none.

Julisia sashayed to the kitchen.

“You keep her. I don’t know if you’re about that marriage life, but you ought to keep her around in your life.”

“Roger that.”

“So, with this profit venture and the rap game, you’ve got to let people know about what you’re doing in these streets even more than what you’re doing. I respect your skills on the mic and this .org is commendable. Just make sure you push for the elimination of all income taxes across the country.”

When Julisia returned with the coffee, she went back upstairs. She then turned and hugged Ratbone.

“Get off that man!” TSL laughed.

They all shared in a guffaw.

Ratbone took two sips and then stood to his feet.

“Continue to get that cash.”