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cocksucker down, but I know it’s not going to be easy. That’s why if you down you gon’ have to be down for whatever, you dig?” Fresh said, trying to read Pop’s facial expression.
    â€œI can dig it,” Pop replied. “I take it you two don’t get along.”
    â€œWell, as of right now he’s the connect.” Fresh began. “But he’s a grimy-ass old nigga. Plus he not playing the game how it’s supposed to be played, and we can’t have that and since nobody else wants to take care of this problem, I figured why not step up to the plate,” Fresh said with a smile.
    â€œFuck it,” Pop said. “I don’t see why not.”
    â€œThey say if you want shit done the right way, then you gotta do it yourself,” Fresh said nonchalantly.
    Fresh sat back quietly and watched Pop attack his food. From the looks of things he could tell that the young man had not eaten anything all day, maybe even two. He had no remorse about putting Pop on his team. He was already a product of the hood. At least now he would be getting paid.
    Before Pop went upstairs, he went to the Chinese restaurant to get his brothers and sister something to eat since he had a pocketful of money.
    â€œYo, bitch, hurry the fuck up with my order,” some ghetto chick with blond streaks in her nicely-done weave yelled at the Chinese lady behind the counter. Pop chuckled to himself. It was just another day in the life for him. He lived in a jungle where even the females were cold and callous, but now he looked at his environment in an entirely new perspective. Working for Fresh was about to change his life. He wouldn’t be down for long.
    â€œYo, let me get three orders of chicken wings and pork-fried rice,” Pop ordered as he took a seat at the small table.
    Pop couldn’t believe the opportunity Fresh was giving him—not only did he get to beat people up, but he was now going to get paid for it. Things could not have been better for him.
    â€œYo ,bitch, you need to hurry up, I don’t got all mu’fuckin day, I have to be going in a minute,” blond hair barked.
    This bitch is wilding out , Pop said to himself as he continued to watch the show the ghetto woman put on.
    â€œWhat the fuck is taking so long?” blonde asked, walking up to the counter.
    â€œYour order will be ready in one minute,” the Chinese lady said, trying to calm the ghetto woman down.
    â€œBitch, you said that shit twenty minutes ago—stop playing with me!” blonde hair said, ready to spaz out.
    â€œYo, ma, chill out before them Chinese mu’fuckas spit in your shit,” Pop said, trying to defuse the situation.
    â€œSpit in who shit?” blond hair asked, snaking her neck. “Please, I’ll slap everybody back there,” she said, pointing behind the counter.
    â€œHere you go, ma’am” the Chinese lady said in a frail voice.
    â€œIt’s about mu’fuckin’time, blond hair snarled as she snatched the bag out of the hands of the Chinese lady.
    â€œI can’t stand you mu’fuckas. Give me some more duck sauce too,” she barked.
    â€œBe cool shorty, and don’t hurt nobody, Pop said, looking at the nice sized-ass on the ghetto light-skinned girl.
    â€œI’ma try not to,” she shot back with a smile as she walked out the Chinese restaurant.
    â€œI might have to get up on that,” Pop said, imagining him and Blondie going at it in a hotel room as he watched her walk off, switching her ass from side to side.
    â€œSir, your order is ready,” the Chinese lady said, snapping him out of his daydream.
    When Pop got home his brothers and sister were happy that he brought them something to eat.
    â€œWhat the fuck is going on out here?” Teresa said, walking in the living room. “Where the fuck did you get money from?”
    â€œDon’t worry about it, just eat,” Pop said sourly as he