Epic looked him up and down with disgust.
“Nah, nah, nah, big bro. It’s just that I ain’t never seen a nigga get his head blown off in front of me, is all. That s**t f****d my head up. That’s why I’m all shaken up and shit.”
He shut his eyelids and continued to shake all over, swallowing his spit, his throat rolling up and down his neck.
“Look, just gimme a lil’ something to get my mind right, and I’ll be straight.”
“Somethin’ like what?”
He gave him the side eye and pressed his ratchet further into his temple, bending his head at an angle.
“What…whatever you got, man.”
Lil’ Joe’s eyes were at their corners, and sweat was threatening to drip from off of his brow. Epic mad dogged Lil’ Joe for a minute, mulling things over in his mind. He could go ahead and peel the little mothafucka’
