Mike wipes the moisture from his eyes with both hands at once. He tells a story about having to pick up four and a half ounces during a drought. "And I saw my grandmama van at the church, and I just pulled up in the church and I said, "Lemme go say hey and drop off some money." She said, "Stop. Just sit with me." And I sat with her and the preacher. But man, he just said, "Wherever you was going, man, you weren't going to make it back from." For the next fucking six, seven hours, my grandmother wouldn't let me leave her. But this motherfucker kept calling me to pick up his dope… And I knew then that I was supposed to be gone… that day."