"I'd still have my teeth," Samuel replied to Kesch, as if it were painfully obvious. Then he turned his attention to Aaron, managing to chuckle a bit. "What, you trying at being a cop now that music ain't panning out for you?" he asked, smirking. "It's called dealing, ain't you ever heard of it? That's where the coke heads get their fixes in the first place. That shit doesn't just magically pop into existence."