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the ghetto. But today he did notice it, and it seemed happy. It appeared to be smiling at him as if it knew something that he didn’t. Wayne suddenly felt a sense of hope. He looked over at the bum, who everybody pretended not to notice. He jingled his change from the store, handed it to the bum, and walked away.
    After approaching the group of boys he’d nodded to on his way into the store, Wayne managed to cop a book of matches from one of them. Niggas in the hood could always be counted on to have at least one of three things: a knife, just in case they had to cut a nigga’s shit up; a gun, just in case they had to shoot a nigga’s shit up; or a light, just in case they had to burn a nigga’s shit up.
    Wayne decided to take the back streets to his house so that he could smoke his cigarette without some nosy-ass neighbor running back and telling his moms. That would’ve just given her something else to knock him upside the head for.
    The kids on the block would sometimes give Wayne hell about his mother’s sexual habits, and he always found himself having to go head up with one of them. Wayne’s size had always put him at a hell of a disadvantage. At the age of fifteen, he didn’t look like the average fifteen-year-old boy in the neighborhood. He looked about twelve years old compared to them. Nonetheless, he would never back away from a beef.
    Once Wayne could see his apartment building from the back alley, he took a few last puffs and stomped out the cigarette with his foot. Climbing up the old fire escape to the back door, he figured he’d been gone long enough for Buck to have finished tagging his mother and be on his merry way. He didn’t see or hear anyone, so he assumed that his mother and her company had left. Wayne breathed a sigh of relief at the idea of being alone. He decided to watch television and figure out what to do with the rest of his Saturday.
    He plopped down on the old plaid couch in the living room and searched for the pliers to turn on the old floor-model television. Just then, Wayne remembered that the TV had gone out a few weeks earlier. Sometimes his mother let him carry the little thirteen-inch set out of her room and set it on top of the broken one to watch. But Wayne wasn’t in the mood to lug that thing from the back of the apartment, so he decided that he would just chill up in his mother’s room, eat his candy and watch television there. Wayne took the Now and Laters out and headed to her room. When he got to her closed bedroom door he unwrapped a piece, popped it in his mouth, and proceeded into the room.
    As soon as Wayne opened the door, he spit the candy onto the floor. All he saw was his mother on the bed on all fours and Buck’s big, fat, naked ass behind her, slamming into her as she held her ass high. Wayne’s eyes welled up with tears at the sight of a man hitting his mother doggy-style, as if she were a dog . . . a female dog . . . a bitch. Then the scene got worse. Wayne watched in shock as Buck pulled his penis out of Gloria, turned her around, and busted all over her chest and face.
    â€œMa,” Wayne said in a nervous whisper.
    Gloria jumped up and tried to cover herself. She tried hopelessly to wipe the semen off her face. She thought she’d die of shame as Buck grabbed one end of the sheet and began to wipe his dick off with it as if it were nothing but a thang.
    â€œWayne!” Gloria said, wrapping the sheet around her. “Wayne, baby, I know what it looks like, but momma was just—”
    â€œNo sense in sugarcoating it,” Buck said, getting up off of the bed and putting on his pants. “The boy’s got eyes. He might be young but he ain’t blind, or all the way dumb for that matter. He knows what his momma’s up to. Probably got him a lil’ tender of his own, with all these fast-ass little girls running around here. Don’t ya, boy?”
    Wayne gritted his teeth and