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“No can do Lancelot”

“I told you not to call rinned into the phone as I opened ot in “It’s your name”

“Lance, asshole I’m almost there”

I looked in the rearviewme in Sometimes I wishshit the way our parents expected us to We are an odd couple, if there ever was one Lance is black, the son of the local priest, I'm Italian, and my father sends lots of business his father's way on their way to the hereafter

“Move your piece of shit out of my way”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car”

“It’s fifty years old”

“So what? It still runs”

“Good for you now get the fuck outta my way” His stubborn ass refused to move

I put the car in reverse and slah the headpiece as he tried to get out of my way “Fuck it, Gabriel, wait forhim in my dust

Since I’et there before he could stick his nose in my shit Some may say that what I’m about to do is foolish and ih before I act And there’s always a reason behind my madness

I pulled up outside the house I’my steps since o Maybe it’s because I have hiot to do with me? Asshole!

I pounded on the door until one of the drug heads that hung out there letscent of weed floated through the air On the table were things way al, some not

I barely withheld ht yellow shirt his bitch ass was duh to wear and walked over to the corner where he was busy transferring sohborhood jump-offs