6.THE TALL GUY was leaning against the wall. His two friends were walking toward the opposite end of the block.
Black approached him. “So, whatcha got for me?” he asked, rubbing his hands together.
“Excuse me,” the guy shrugged, looking Black up and down. “Do I know you?”
“No. I’d say you know me just as much as you know the person who was driving that gold car.”
The guy looked away, chuckling while twisting a piece of hair from his afro, before turning his attention to Black again. “I don’t know you, man. You better bounce before something bad happen to you,” he said.
“I just wanna know whatcha have.”
The young man pushed from off the wall and stepped closer to Black. “Yo, are you deaf? I said, kick rocks,” he demanded, pointing to the other side of the street.
At that time his two
