"SNEAK DISSIN" (Preface) An Urban Novel from a Chicago Native

“SNEAK DISSIN”
BY AMIR JALI

Being 1 of the Top Street Hustlers, Jamir is not a stranger to the sneak dissing that goes on in the Hood. Any Hustler that has ever gone from “shit to sugar” and from “sewers to towers” has fell victim to the hating and rumors of sneak dissers.
But what happens when the sneak dissing leads to Greed and Betrayal. Jamir knows when the streets talk the Hood listens, but should he ignore the rumors and bullshit circulating within the streets or should he take heed and try to read between the lines.
Filled with false friends and broken trust “Sneak Dissin” should hit close to home for anybody who’s had those close to them talk behind their back and plot as well as those that do the talking and plotting.

PREFACE

Speeding up I-57 in his new smoke grey Infiniti Q50, headed towards his condo located in the downtown part of Chicago, Jamir flames up his blunt full of the city’s best Sour Diesel, cranks up Meek Mill’s “I’m a Boss”, and cracks his driver side window. Not only is he feeling like a Boss, he’s feeling like all his years of hustling has finally paid off. He’s got a spot close to the lake front, (though he would’ve preferred one looking over the lake) and away from the hood. He’s got 2 Pork-free restaurants, one in Hyde Park, and one located on Ashland near Chicago’s Foster Park, both bringing in enough income for him to retire entirely from the streets. Not to mention he’s got a bitch as thick as Buffy and as fine as Lauren London when she starred with T.I on his passenger side. He hits the blunt twice and exhales before he passes it to his newest female friend.
Even though Jamir has fucked his fair share of women over the years, being one of the top street Hustlers from the South Suburbs to Chicago’s west side, the majority have been women from within the many hoods he’s hustled in. True enough he’s hit some of the baddest within those hoods and some of them the main hustler from that hood hasn’t hit, in the end they we’re still just hood chicks. Top shelf liquor, the bests Kush in the city and a good night out on the town you can end up at any $10 an hour hotel from the Shamrock on Chicago’s west side to the Covert Motel in south suburban Matteson. Smash and be on the way with cab fare left on the table if the pussy wasn’t worth a ride home.
But ever since he became a business owner and one of the top Heavies in the Chicago land area specializing in Kush and Coke, his pussy rate has skyrocketed! Jamir went from fucking your average hood chick to hitting some of the baddest strippers in Chicago’s hottest strip clubs, up-n-coming models and video vixens, states attorneys and public defenders alike, not being a stranger to Cook and Will County’s court systems. Funny thing is a few of the States Attorneys he hit where the same ones trying to lock him down and throw away the key when he was just a petty street hustler. Those ones he fucked out of spite and never called again or answered the phone when they called leaving an ill taste in their mouth (along with his nutt).

The picture perfect women on the passenger side of Jamir’s new luxury car was the wife of one of the city’s top criminal state and federal attorneys, which also happens to be Jamir’s stand-by lawyer who’s been paid a $25,000 retainer fee incase Amir ever needs him. No matter if it’s the middle of the night or early Sunday morning if he calls Stephen Brinners is going to answer and appear where needed. Ronda can barley hit the weed without coughing up a lung. Jamir laughs as he reaches for the blunt when he hears a loud “POP”!!!! Doing 90 mph on the eway the cars starts to wildly fishtail from the blow out on the driver side back tire. Ronda starts screaming as Amir clutches the steering wheel and tries to get the car under control. Weaving left and right, cars start honking loudly and weaving trying to dodge the new Infiniti from colliding with them. He tries to get control of the car before he gets to the curving road after the 99th st exit. Just when he thinks he’s got it, he spins out and goes head first into the concrete barrier.