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                 “Just the best pussy that clown ass nigga ever got in his life! This thang I got between my legs is straight crack, nigga.  No Arm and Hammer, no cut, nigga. Straight drop! One hit, and you hooked,” Meka said, giggling.                                     
                 “When you gon’ let me get a lil’ sample then?” joked Mike.                                     
                 “In your fuckin’ dreams,” Meka retorted. She knew he was only playing though.  They’d been through so much shit over the years, Mike was truly like a real brother to her.                                                                                    
                  Just then, Glo walked into the living room, interrupting their criminal conversation. She was carrying a bowl full of chicken, with three sheets of paper towel at the bottom to catch the grease. She had also made some potato salad, which she carried in another bowl in her other hand. She sat the food down on the table, along with some paper plates, and everyone began to eat.  Their conversation was momentarily forgotten.  You knew the food was good when nobody was saying shit!  Glo went back into the kitchen, and she re-emerged with three glasses, and a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid that was sweet enough to put a diabetic in a coma.                                                            
    “Damn. Ms. D, we gon have to get you your own restaurant when we get this paper right. This shit here… is blazin’!” said Mike, smacking his lips.                                      
    “For real, mama,” Ant D and Meka said together, as they continued stuffing their faces.                                                     
                  Glo took pleasure in the fact that they liked her food so much. It really made her feel good to see that they enjoyed her cooking. But what warmed her heart the most was to see her kids together, after all the craziness they had all been through over the years.
      After many, many years of prostitution, degradation, and addiction, Gloria was finally clean. She had her pride and self esteem back, but more importantly she had a relationship with her kids.  Mike had been in the family so long, she considered him one of hers too. Of course with all the bullshit she’d put her kids through over the years, their relationship was far from perfect. But it was still a relationship.
    There wasn’t a day that went by that Gloria didn’t regret many of the decisions she had made over the years, selfishly chasing the next high. Maybe if she’d been a better mother, her children would’ve had a better life. Maybe they wouldn’t be involved in the streets so heavily now. Maybe… Life was full of maybes.  
    She knew that her kids were knee-deep in the streets, and she knew what that type of lifestyle entailed.  But Glo never tried to preach to them. She just dropped game and gave advice, whenever she could, based on her own life experiences. All that was left to do after that was get on her knees and pray to God that He’d keep her children safe.
      That was ironic because for a long time, Gloria had seriously doubted the existence of God.  She went through a lot when she was out there, so she’d felt like God wouldn’t have allowed her to suffer that way. 
       Gloria had been involved in countless near-death situations. She had literally been to hell