CHAPTER EIGHTT.J. parked the G-ride used in Drama’s murder on a residential block and wiped his fingerprints off of everything with a bandana. He grabbed his AK-47 from off the backseat and jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He tossed the choppa into the gutter and stalked the streets until he found a car he liked. He came upon a burgundy Pontiac Grand Prix with sun burns on its rooftop and hood. T.J. pulled out his banga and looked up and down the street. When he didn’t see anyone watching him, he busted out the driver’s window with the butt of his gun. He then cleaned the windowsill of the jagged glass sticking up from where the window once was. Next, he reached inside of the Pontiac and opened it. Once he swept the broken glass from off the driver’s seat, T.J. sat
