| Author: | Tony Jackson | ISBN: | 9781682134382 |
| Publisher: | Page Publishing, Inc. | Publication: | February 26, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Tony Jackson |
| ISBN: | 9781682134382 |
| Publisher: | Page Publishing, Inc. |
| Publication: | February 26, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
My old neighborhood was being renovated, and Mom moved to another project. That was cool because I already knew the majority of the people out there. When word got out that we moved to Jennings Homes, people came night and day, which kept Mom pissed, fussing and cussing up a storm—not to mention running everyone off, even the females. At that point, I began getting angry. I had money saved up, but I didn’t get a chance to spend anything because P-Nut, Rim, and Dogg had a party for me almost the whole five months I’d been home. Plus, other guys that knew me that hustled in Jennings Homes Projects were giving me money as well. I wasn’t accepting any drugs from anybody because I wasn’t mentally ready. The real reason was that everyone had spoiled me with money and clothes for the first two weeks I was home. I had fucked so much the first two weeks, the hotel manager thought I was pimping out of Sheraton on Walton Way because I was walking different women downstairs every day.
My old neighborhood was being renovated, and Mom moved to another project. That was cool because I already knew the majority of the people out there. When word got out that we moved to Jennings Homes, people came night and day, which kept Mom pissed, fussing and cussing up a storm—not to mention running everyone off, even the females. At that point, I began getting angry. I had money saved up, but I didn’t get a chance to spend anything because P-Nut, Rim, and Dogg had a party for me almost the whole five months I’d been home. Plus, other guys that knew me that hustled in Jennings Homes Projects were giving me money as well. I wasn’t accepting any drugs from anybody because I wasn’t mentally ready. The real reason was that everyone had spoiled me with money and clothes for the first two weeks I was home. I had fucked so much the first two weeks, the hotel manager thought I was pimping out of Sheraton on Walton Way because I was walking different women downstairs every day.
