James needs money. Now. Then he learns Mickle doesn't seem to keep much track of his seemingly limitless weed inventory. Mickle won't notice if James snags just one small brick of skank, will he? James tells himself he'll take just a little, just enough to get his child support, his probation officer, his sister, his grandmother, and his baby mama off his back. Besides, a total dweed like Mickle couldn't do much about it even if he did find out? Right? Wrong!
"Don't waste your time or money."