Kenny
“I need to pull something off in forty-eight hours. Can you help me?”
Bobby has a smirk on his face, like he knows what this is about. He wants me to be some community activist, but that’s his thing not mine. However, I do have to do something to honor my friend.
“Whatever you need,” Bobby says.
“Cool. We will need the grill, coolers, music equipment . . . the whole nine.”
“Aiight. What’s this for? A back-to-school barbeque?”
“Kinda, but not really.”
“We’ve got a little leftover cash for some food but not much,” he tells me.
“Okay, I’ve got some cash too.”
Soon as I cooked up this idea, I decided to part with some of my remaining funds. Ma had helped me open a bank account. We deposited the money I made selling my clothes, the money she gave me, and the money from my last pa
