As I walked home an hour to midnight, I got a call from Rage. I didn’t pick at first but after he persisted for like ten times in a row, I decided to listen to what he wanted.
“ Where are you man? Where the f**k are you?” he blustered. His voice sounded rushed and I could hear shouts and gunshots in the background
“ Are those gunshots?” I frowned “should you be even calling me, you are getting distracted…”
“ Get the f**k here, we are under attack” he yelled over the phone “get here right now”
“ Why would I come to a gunfight?”
“ just come dawg, I beg you…things are looking bad on us. Just bring yo ass here we’ll sort the rest later….”
Before I even asked where he was, the phone was hung up. I was left staring at the phone’s screen speechless.
I’ll just start at Club Sexy, I thought
