get to the apartment building that I was looking for.
As soon as I entered the building, I was surprised to hear my name being called, until I saw who was calling me. I looked up the stairs and saw Alex, and smirked as he rushed down toward me. Before my arrest, Alex was real cool with me, though he was the neighborhood crack head. After my arrest, he did some bullshit by getting on the news and saying that he had always thought I had it in me to rape somebody because of how I acted toward women.
I guessed that he thought that, because so much time has passed since he had said the non-sense, I wouldn't still be pissed off. WRONG! As soon as he stepped off the last step, I caught him with a right hook, and followed that up with a left hook that dropped him to the ground. I hopped off the ground and onto his head with both feet. As he curled into a tight ball, I stomped him out until I was suddenly slung into a wall. I bounced off the wall and rushed at the person who had tossed me into the wall.
Me and my brother, Redman, froze in our fighting stances and stared at one another for a few seconds until we both exploded into laughter and embraced one another! After our minute long embrace, we backed up – just looking at one another.
"Damn big bro, you just getting out and you already beating up Alex? I know why, too. It's about that bullshit he said on TV right before your trial, right?"
I nodded yes, and looked at Alex still balled up on the ground. I was tempted to continue the ass whipping. Redman began to laugh as he stood in front of Alex.
"Big bro, I whipped his ass before and after you got found guilty. Then I had a group of chicks jump him once you was put on death row. Let's go inside my spot. He definitely deserves all the ass whippings he got for talking foul, but this man brings a lot of money to me. So for me, leave this cat alone."
I looked at Redman in his eyes, and nodded yeah, letting him know the issue was dead. Redman went into his pocket and pulled out a few vials of crack. He threw them on Alex, who instantly came up out of his balled up position and grabbed the vials off of him. After stuffing them in his underwear, he continued to lie on the ground – moaning and holding his face even after we had entered my brother’s apartment.
Chapter 3
I was not too surprised by the lavish setup of his apartment. I had expected him to have the usual drug dealer flavor – especially the black leather living room set with a huge TV screen. He had a sixty inch plasma TV screwed into the wall; but his light grey colored cotton couches, his matching color bean bags and lamps, as well as a matching kitchen set, all quietly let it be known that he was above your typical drug dealer. The steel grey .45 that was sitting on the table let me know that he had enough for others to scheme on him. Though his success was as a drug dealer, I was still proud of him. The bottom line in this country was, and always will be, money. If money wasn’t involved, why did George Bush pardon John Forte?
"So, now that you’re home, what’s your plan, Chris? Big Bro, if you want to jump into the game, I can afford to give you nine ounces of hard crack on the house, but if you want to stay in the game, you better come back with some money for your re-up. The guest room is your,s if you want it. If you do, rent has already been paid for a year. I'll take you shopping and put some money in your pocket, then you on your own. It's too hard on these streets to take care of a grown man so you have to get it how you live. Moving on to the main topic, what’s your plan."
I stared into in his eyes and wondered how he was going to react to my plans. I had some other questions that needed to be addressed first.
"We'll get to my plans in a minute. My mind won’t rest easy until I know why you disappeared on me the way
As soon as I entered the building, I was surprised to hear my name being called, until I saw who was calling me. I looked up the stairs and saw Alex, and smirked as he rushed down toward me. Before my arrest, Alex was real cool with me, though he was the neighborhood crack head. After my arrest, he did some bullshit by getting on the news and saying that he had always thought I had it in me to rape somebody because of how I acted toward women.
I guessed that he thought that, because so much time has passed since he had said the non-sense, I wouldn't still be pissed off. WRONG! As soon as he stepped off the last step, I caught him with a right hook, and followed that up with a left hook that dropped him to the ground. I hopped off the ground and onto his head with both feet. As he curled into a tight ball, I stomped him out until I was suddenly slung into a wall. I bounced off the wall and rushed at the person who had tossed me into the wall.
Me and my brother, Redman, froze in our fighting stances and stared at one another for a few seconds until we both exploded into laughter and embraced one another! After our minute long embrace, we backed up – just looking at one another.
"Damn big bro, you just getting out and you already beating up Alex? I know why, too. It's about that bullshit he said on TV right before your trial, right?"
I nodded yes, and looked at Alex still balled up on the ground. I was tempted to continue the ass whipping. Redman began to laugh as he stood in front of Alex.
"Big bro, I whipped his ass before and after you got found guilty. Then I had a group of chicks jump him once you was put on death row. Let's go inside my spot. He definitely deserves all the ass whippings he got for talking foul, but this man brings a lot of money to me. So for me, leave this cat alone."
I looked at Redman in his eyes, and nodded yeah, letting him know the issue was dead. Redman went into his pocket and pulled out a few vials of crack. He threw them on Alex, who instantly came up out of his balled up position and grabbed the vials off of him. After stuffing them in his underwear, he continued to lie on the ground – moaning and holding his face even after we had entered my brother’s apartment.
Chapter 3
I was not too surprised by the lavish setup of his apartment. I had expected him to have the usual drug dealer flavor – especially the black leather living room set with a huge TV screen. He had a sixty inch plasma TV screwed into the wall; but his light grey colored cotton couches, his matching color bean bags and lamps, as well as a matching kitchen set, all quietly let it be known that he was above your typical drug dealer. The steel grey .45 that was sitting on the table let me know that he had enough for others to scheme on him. Though his success was as a drug dealer, I was still proud of him. The bottom line in this country was, and always will be, money. If money wasn’t involved, why did George Bush pardon John Forte?
"So, now that you’re home, what’s your plan, Chris? Big Bro, if you want to jump into the game, I can afford to give you nine ounces of hard crack on the house, but if you want to stay in the game, you better come back with some money for your re-up. The guest room is your,s if you want it. If you do, rent has already been paid for a year. I'll take you shopping and put some money in your pocket, then you on your own. It's too hard on these streets to take care of a grown man so you have to get it how you live. Moving on to the main topic, what’s your plan."
I stared into in his eyes and wondered how he was going to react to my plans. I had some other questions that needed to be addressed first.
"We'll get to my plans in a minute. My mind won’t rest easy until I know why you disappeared on me the way
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