CHAPTER FOUR That night
“I’m sorry, but I gotta let chu go!” Ralph said from behind his desk. He was a slender dude that wore his hair in a tapered afro. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a purple shirt. Emblazoned on the breast of the shirt was Platinum Protection. “Lemme go for what?” Melvin’s face twisted in a scowl. His eyes were red webbed and his eyes had black bags beneath them. There was also dried white stuff at the corner of his eyes and his mouth. He looked exhausted, and he was too. He’d been busting his ass working two jobs. He pushed a taxi cab during the day and worked security at the Staple Center at night. Homie did all of this to keep his bills paid and a roof over
