“Yeah, it's kind of like the segway, but it's just a wheel that you sit on. No balance involved, so it's not like a unicycle. You just sit on it and look like a pimp.” The guy introduces the product.

“That's dope. You selling this?” Taylor asks.

“Yeah, man. You want one? I'll set you up right now my brother.” The guys says.

“Fuck yeah, I want one. Don't even give me the box, my dude. Just set it up for me.” Taylor says with some excitement.

“Alright, you're going to have to etransfer it to my number, is that cool?” The guys says in a whisper.

“Anything you say, bro. No questions asked.” Taylor says with a smile.

…

…

“Whaddup. Check out my new ride. Wow you guys are walking? Y'all need to upgrade your feet my dudes.” Taylor says as he moves forward on his new toy.

“You look like such a prick right now, my dude. But I'm not going to lie, that looks cool as fuck.” Daryl admits. “Let me have a try.” He demands.

“Whatever. Just don't break it.” Taylor says as he gets off.

“So what do you just- ah, awesome. You just lean into it. That’s dope. I'm going to take it for a spin. See ya losers.” Daryl says as he takes off.

“Eff man. How'd you get your hands on one of those?” Richie asks.

“Ah, one of the dudes showcasing was a little shady, so I was able to get away with it.” Taylor says with a bitter grin.

“Eff really? You think you can get a few other things? There are a few virtualization operating systems I've been wanting to try. And buy me a few coding books too.” Richie says with some excitement.

“Fuck, couldn't you just get those normally?” Taylor asks with some suspicion.

“Hey man, I'm your guest here. Put that drug money to some good use.” Richie says with a pat to Taylor's shoulder.

“Alright. Let's go get it.” Taylor says as he gestures. “Lead the way, my dude.” He says with a smile.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Daryl?” Richie asks.

“Fuck that guy. We'll catch up with him later.” Taylor says nonchalantly.

…

…

“Amusement park, or what?” Taylor asks.

“Fuck, why not. I still have a day.” Richie says.

“Man, Taylor. We got business to get to. Do we really have time for this?” Daryl asks.

“Just ignore those calls for now. They can wait.” Taylor says, his tone somewhat more commanding.

“Alright. But you're taking the hit if anything important goes down.” Daryl says with a sigh.

Taylor didn't have too much responsibilities with the gang. But Daryl had moved up because his relationship with Taylor. He was now dealing with a decent amount of shit with the gang. He was like gang middle-management. Not high enough to be covered, but enough responsibility to take a hit. Fortunately Taylor's reputation was a decent umbrella. If this vacation would last a little longer, he wouldn’t mind too much.