Bringing Gifts

The badge that was in pocket poked at my skin, sending me breaking into another smile.

Qasim was like an old uncle who had taken care of me when I was a wee child. I was going to meet him again after a very long time. And of course, though not me, Meekeh owed him a great debt. Actually, I did kinda too since Meekeh was my bitch, that's why, taking responsibility for that circus clown, I decided to go and meet Qasim again with a gift in my hands.

It wasn't polite to meet people again empty handed.

The badge that was poking in my pockets was something I recognized from the time I was a child. When I was working with Qasim's company alongside Meekeh, there was an already established and bigger business that was on the verge of collapse. Qasim's business was only starting back then, the narcotics market was tough, after all. Still, those bastards made sure to harass him at every step of the way.