CHAPTER FIVE That night
Man, this fool was supposed to have been here, Lil’ Joe thought to himself from the driver seat, head on a constant swivel as he took in all of his surroundings. He was sitting in the front passenger seat of Epic’s money green box Chevrolet on chrome twenty-four inch rims. The cat that he was supposed to meet that night was forty minutes late, and he’d grown tired of waiting. He knew within his heart that if it wasn’t for homie having such good coke on deck that they would have been stopped f*****g with him. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Lil’ Joe took a deep breath of frustration and picked his half smoked blunt from out of the ashtray. He stuck it in between his fat lips and brought the flame of his Bic lighter to it. It sizzled, and the end
