Woolie

Spent some bank, I got a high powered jum / Rolled up the woolie, and I watched Colombo

But when Ready Ron spoke of the great high I could get from a "woolie," the "new thing on the block," he didn't tell me how differently it would affect my life.

"That's my word, God," he said, confirming my assumption. "You remember that kid that used to be a worker for us, but kept coming up short on his packs?" ¶ "Who, that nigga that started smoking woolies, and shit?"

Me and a lot of my crew smoked woolies, a mixture of coke and weed packed into a blunt. At first it was some fly shit to be doing, some baller shit, because you needed money for the weed and the crack, so it was like rich man shit. Soon, though, some dudes couldn't kick the habit and got turned out.

I'm a pushover for an innkeeper who calls out as you're leaving for a walk on the beach, "Better take a woolie with you, do!"

Nicky yawned, shivered a little. She should have a cardigan, he thought; her flesh was goose-pimpled. "You're cold. Can't you go and get a woolie?" ¶ "Why should I? I'm not cold. Might go for a swim in a minute."

Cold up there, y'know, on them mountain peaks. Brrr! Wouldn't want to be stuck up there wivout a woolie or five.'

"Did you truly sew up his head?" ¶ "I did." Cradog nodded. "Started out mendin' sails for Arthfael, workin' as a boatswain. I can darn a woolie like a spinster."