IAFTER THE SECOND TIME I got beat up, I figured I needed to change my lifestyle.
It didn’t matter if you were white, black, gay, straight, male, female - someone got offended at how you looked or acted. It didn’t matter how much or who you paid for “protection.” They couldn’t be around all the time, and someone else was always wanting a piece of you.
The weird part was that I was expert in being anything anyone wanted.
I just couldn’t change fast enough to suit everyone.
That was my job, and why I got hired. Why they kept keeping me on and kept giving me bonuses and pay raises. Because I could be anyone or any type of person they needed.
My family tree spread out like one of those Eastern Banyan trees. Wide, really wide. I had some of probably every race you can name somewhere in ther
