Raptor
AFTER I ALMOST broke my f*****g neck climbing out of Adriana’s window, I called Tank.
“Can you pick me up, brother?” I asked, walking away from her place. As I passed by several houses, I could see people watching me through their curtains. Snooping.
Old Geezers.
“Where the f**k you at?” he asked. I could hear music in the background and a girl giggling.
“Just left Adriana’s place. I need a ride to my bike.”
“Where is it?”
I told him.
He sighed. “Yeah, give me an address and I’ll shoot over there in twenty minutes.”
“Why twenty?”
“Because I was in the middle of almost getting my d**k waxed when you called,” he snapped.
“Then you probably only need three minutes,” I joked.
He chuckled. “You ain’t kidding. This chick is double-jointed, man. She can twist her body and munc
