Marcus
T’Jay has been acting weird all day today. We’ve been out here since dawn putting together the petting zoo, the picture area, and then bringing the animals over and not once has he complained. That’s not like him, at all. I watch him suspiciously as he actually smiles while working. “You seem too happy to be doing all this. You good? You ain’t planning nothing that’d get us both in trouble are you? I mean it T’Jay, I want you out that life. Ain’t nothing good come from doing illegal shit.” He looks at me like he wants to throw the hammer he has in his hand right at my forehead. He’s half talking to himself, half talking to me and ain’t none of it very nice. “Yo, why would you think I’m up to no good bro? Have I done anything I ain’t supposed to since you dragged me back out here? C
