Chapter ThreeFlocka and Menace walked inside of The Drunken Monkey to find it considerably crowded. There were patrons laughing, talking, shooting pool, dancing and looking up at the monitors stationed at various sections of the establishment, while they partook in their respective alcohol beverages. A tune, the young niggaz weren’t familiar with, played from the jukebox, which was at the center of the wall at the back of the room. Every so often they’d hear a pool ball clack into another pool ball as a shooter took his shot. Two barmaids crossed their lines of vision with platters of Buffalo wings and drinks. The wings were hot and spicy. Flocka loved spicy chicken wings. In fact, he made himself a mental note to try some one day.
Flocka looked to the bar and found the bartender, Mohamed
