Ashy To Classy

Setting: On the corner of Queen St. and Landsdowne Ave. a young male remains standing in front of the Two For One Pizza.

Chubs: Ey yo Toney the tiger! What's up man, you good?

Toney: Yeah man, I'm good. I'll come check you in a bit. You think you could hook me up with a toke?

Chubs: (laughs) I thought you just said you're good. Go home and get some money and I'll hook you up with a fat stone. Now get your dumb ass out of here you heat bag...Is that mayor Clarke?

Clarke: What's up Chubz? You got any food (Street lingo for crack/cocaine)?

Chubs: Always do. How much do you need?

Clarke: Give me a two ( Street lingo for 0.2 grams of crack($20))

Chubs: (reaches into his Jeans and down into his underwear and pulls out a small bag of crack. Just as he is about to break off a piece, a cop car appears just down the road.) Clarke get the fuck out of here! (thinking to himself) Shit! Should I put it in my socks? No, they'll see me do it. Should I hoop it ( Street lingo for hiding crack in between the buttocks)? No, they'll make me do squats... I'll eat it, that's it I'll eat it! ( As Chubs downs the gram of crack, the cop car turns at the corner) Fuck...I just ate a hundred dollars profit for nothing...I don't feel too good. Feels like my head is spinning. (Leans against the wall of Two For One Pizza and closes his eyes for what may seem like a split seconds.) Holly shit it's Biggie Smalls.

Christopher Wallace: So you're posting up on the block eh?

Chubs: (confused and startled) Uh... yeah, I got to make that money some way some how right?

Christoper Wallace: Right, right. I don't have a problem with you making money, it's how you're making it.

Chubs: Hey, bills have to be paid right? I've got to feed me and my daughter, you would know how it's like.

Christopher Wallace: I do, believe me I do. But let's just say that you were to go to prison for doing what it is that you're doing now, who feeds your daughter then? And, besides you can't hustle like this for ever right? Listen, what if I told you there were other ways of making money, other than selling crack to custies. There are other methods of making money that don't require you to swallow a gram of crack when the police roll by and which is why you're probably seeing me right now, a long time dead rapper. I take it from me, I'd know. You could go back to school, and graduate. Or, find a decent job that doesn't involve selling illegal substances.

Chubs: I can't get no job, no education. Employers won't employ me and teachers don't want to teach me. Seems like I guy like me never gets a chance.

Christopher Wallace: That's where you're wrong. You've got to give yourself a chance. You've got to want it, and you've got to make that change for the better. Don't sell yourself short. Dream big and maybe on day you'll make that move from "Ashy to Classy".

Chubs: I like that. (Chubs snaps back to reality. He turns his back to the street corner and walks into the distance. As he is walking away he puts on his head phones and turns on his ipod. The Sky is the limit begins to play.)

Audience: For people ages 12-25. (for drug dealers...preferably)

Purpose: To illustrate the effects of crack/cocaine.