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plopped down on the couch.
    â€œBoy, when I ask you a straight question, you better give me a straight mu’fuckin’answer, Teresa shot back, standing in front of the TV, intentionally trying to make him mad.
    â€œI found twenty dollars outside lying on the ground, so I picked it up and brought us some Chinese food,” he said in an uninterested tone.
    â€œYou don’t got no change?” Teresa asked, rolling her eyes.
    â€œNo, I don’t got no change, and why does the whole house smell like shit?” Pop asked.
    â€œBecause the garbage is right there waiting for you to take it to the incinerator.”
    Instead of arguing, Pop emptied the garbage, went to his room, and went to sleep. Sleep was one way he always escaped from the shit hole he was living in. He would always have the same dream every night: He would always dream he was out of his mother’s house, only to wake up to be disappointed and to face another fucked-up day.
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    The next morning Pop woke up to the sound of somebody beating up his mother. He quickly got up to investigate, but when he reached his mother’s room her door was locked.
    â€œOh, well,” he said coldheartedly as he got dressed and headed outside. He knew better than to get involved in his mother’s drama. The last time he got involved, he ended up with a black eye and a swollen lip, all because Teresa stole some goods from one of her customers. This time Teresa would just have to hold it down by herself.
    Pop ignored all the screams and cries for help as he exited the apartment without a care in the world.
    When Pop made it outside, he saw Rusty waving him over.
    â€œYoungin’, you on the payroll now, yeah?” Rusty asked, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth.
    â€œYeah, Fresh put me on last night, he told me to report to you,” Pop answered.
    â€œA’ight, good, ’cause we got a little situation that needs to be taken care of. Looks like you going to be getting your feet wet quicker than expected,” Rusty said trying to read Pop’s facial expression.
    â€œSome new niggas call themselves opening up on one of Fresh’s corners. I’m going to need you and Pooh Bear to go over there and baseball bat them niggas down. Is that cool?”
    â€œNo, that won’t be a problem,” Pop answered. He and Pooh Bear went and hopped in a Ford Explorer with tinted windows.
    â€œSome fools just don’t learn,” Pooh said nonchalantly. “I mean, I know these niggas knew they was opening up on someone else block.”
    Pop just sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. He was in some deep shit and he knew it. This wasn’t like robbing a Chinese delivery lady, this was a whole new ballgame, and he was dead in the middle of it.
    â€œThis a crazy way to make a living,” Pop said, feeling the butterflies forming inside his stomach, but what other choices did he have? It was either do this or petty robberies. Instead of talking, he just sat back, visualizing how he was going to spend his money. First thing he planned on doing was getting up out of his mom’s house. Once he accomplished that he planned on buying himself a car and saving the rest. But little did he know in this game things are much easier said than done.

Chapter Four
    â€œIt’s about time you made some time for me,” Amanda said as she sat in the Jacuzzi wiggling her toes.
    â€œI told you I was going to make some time for you this week,” Fresh said as the two relaxed in his condo out in Parkchester.
    â€œBaby, come give me a massage,” Amanda said, setting her glass of Grey Goose on the side of the tub.
    â€œChill, why you always trying to make me work?” he asked playfully.
    â€œ Por favor papi ,” Amanda begged in her Spanish accent, knowing when she spoke in Spanish Fresh would do anything she asked.
    Five minutes into the massage Fresh heard his sidekick ringing.
    â€œWho the