CHAPTER SIX
Melvin lay stretched at the head of his head with his pillows propped up against his head and his fingers interlocked on his stomach. He was wearing a wife beater and black basketball shorts with his bare feet crossing one another. The television’s screen’s blue light flashed across his face. He wasn’t paying attention to the show that was on though. Nah, he was thinking about the robbery that had taken place back at the liquor store. His mind was like a VCR replaying the robbery over and over again. It all happened so fast. Homeboy in the red hoodie just walked up and pulled out that thang, demanding the money in the register. That particular liquor store usually stayed packed with patrons, which meant an okay amount of money went through the establishment. This led Melv
