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living room when I was a teenager.
    “Oh ahhh, proly bout ahhh three weeks ago. The fire department said it was arson. I think it was an insurance scam you know?” The scruffy looking man wore an old MC Hammer T-shirt that said, “ You Can’t Touch This ” on the front. “They jus’ came out and officially condemned the place yesterday. Works out good for me cuz’ that means they won’t be back anytime soon so I can stay here for a lil while. I got a lil spot back dere in the corner I like to curl up in…get some shut eye.” His head bobbled like a baby with a weak neck as he filled me in.
    I couldn’t believe it; my shit was gone, burnt to a crisp. There was absolutely nothing left. I’m sure somebody tried to contact me and let me know about the fire but my ass was locked up three weeks ago.
    “Thanks man…here you go.” I pulled a 20-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to him.
    “Bless you brother, bless you! I can get some good dinner tonight and some whiskey!” He held up the twenty in the air.
    “Enjoy that dinner and that whiskey.” I chuckled. “Most certainly will! Most certainly will!” He bobbed his head lazily again as he shuffled off.
    Damn, I didn’t expect that shit. I had insurance on the building and would definitely be making a claim but I’d rather have my warehouse back. That place held sentimental value to me. That was my first home. That was where I planned my heists. That building was where I counted my first million. Rolling back down the city blocks trying to process what just happened, I was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I looked down to see Sway’s number flicker on my screen.
    “Wasup Sway? I’m on my way to your house now.” “Yeah, I jus’ got here; I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss you.”
    “Naw, I’m still like 30 minutes away from you, I had to make a few stops first. You wanna hear somthin’ crazy?” I stopped at a red light.
    “Wasup? What happened?” Sway asked curiously. “My warehouse burned down!”
    “What? When?” His deep voice went up an octave. “Shit, I guess ‘bout three weeks ago, at least that’s what a bum told me.”
    “Damn…what happened?” Sway was shocked and surprised as well.
    I pulled off from the light and continued driving down the busy street and that’s when I saw it. I quickly veered off the road, swerved into the parking lot of a liquor store, and stared out my windshield. My thick eyebrows narrowed and bunched up as I read the billboard. It had my mug shot in the middle and underneath in big ass letters it read…
     
    YOU CANT HIDE
     
    “Tyce, you there…hello?”
    “Yeah, yeah I’m here. Is Ranae home?”
    “Naw, she’s out shopping with the kids. Why?”
    “I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and glared at the sign.
     
    I guess I know who burned down my warehouse.
     
    It’s on now!

Mexican Power
     
                  Diego reached across the glass patio table and answered the phone.
    “ Bueno ?”
    “Hello sir, I’m calling from the Boys and Girls Club of America my name is Amy and I represent the New Orleans, Louisiana chapter of the youth club. As you know hurricane Katrina devastated the city and subsequently damaged the Boys and Girls Club . “ Ged tu the point .” Diego interrupted the woman. “Ahhh well, I’m calling this afternoon to petition you for your financial assistance to help rebuild and repair the facility.”
    Diego sighed heavily, “ I don gif a fuck about any club…call sumone else. Adios .” Diego hung up on the polite woman.
    Carmela walked out to the patio carrying a tray of assorted fruits, crackers, and cheeses. She didn’t say a word as she placed the colorful tray in front of her boss.
    “ Gracias Carmel a .” Diego looked straight ahead.
    “ Denada Diego .” She walked back inside.
    Frustration was all over Diego’s face as he snacked on the appetizers. He knew Tyce was a free man and yet no one had seen him. He scolded his