Ana (Ch. 1)

Meeting with his dealer was time consuming; it was this meeting process that Jones lost the most about the whole situation, he sent a text to his drug dealer and looked out the window staring at the hooded and bandanna wearing youth in the reflection. He got off at the corner of second and orange and his dealer was no where to be found. Alone on a dark corner in the middle of Anacostia south east DC. He feels like a pilgrim in an unholy land