Infatuation (An Hour Love)

his smoothly ironed black blazer suit and his shinny shaved head. "Yes Samson. The school has decided." (For what?) (For breaking someone's tooth.) (Not someone, Nick. It was a self defense principal

Bloodshots was shot dead one black Sunday at Capital city mall in an unsuccessful robbery. So, I inherited the business, initiated over fifty low lords including Steel, String, Deto and Anger and became the number two in the game. However, in few years, I will become a high lord, then, after a few years I will retire and have a happy life like my dad who was also my guider in the game. "Here is your merchandise nigga!" Loud walked to me to receive his goods well packed in an opaque ' Talking Chef Restaurant' customized nylon. He was already having a fancy free moment with the ladies. Loud's ability to penetrate a woman's heart was quite inimitable; not just because he was a swish young man; he just had the key, the punchlines, the perfect words and sometimes I just wished he sublimated all that to writing music, script or something similar. "Is that my tools?" "Yeah it is dude. Everything is right in there." "Thanks g, ama buzz ya CashApp asap." "No shit. I gat something for you my nigga." "What?" "Here is a half capsule of xan just for you." "Oh! Oh! Oh! You for real? Give me a hug brother. Where the fuck you get xan?" "You can call me Bad, nigga." "Nah! I call you Don Bad, nigga." "Don Bad?" "Yeah! Don Bad. Yo! Ladies from this moment, you call him Don Bad; thank you." Loud and I had only heard about xanax from my favorite artist (Youngthug) but we never saw or had it; with the help of my Italian business partners I was able to get a package of it. Loud opened a carton inside the thick 'Bendez' nylon he arrived with and pulled out a bottle of liqueur. "And I gat this for you fam. They