The entry bell chimed as soon as Kilo crossed the threshold of Reggie’s Liquor & Junior Market on 104th and Central Avenue. He picked up a bag of Planters cashews and tossed it upon the counter. The man posted behind the counter, Bull, was flipping through a Smooth magazine, ogling the fine ass sisters in the Sticky Pages section, turning the magazine sideways to see the full layout. Realizing that he had a customer, Bull, rolled up the magazine and stuck it into the back pocket of his jeans.
“My nigga, Kilo, Watts up with it?” Bull greeted him with dap. “That’s all you want?” he pointed to the bag of cashews on the counter.
“Nah, gemme a pack of Swisher Sweets,” Kilo threw his head upwards at the tobacco products placed above Bull’s head. While Bull was searching for the item he’d asked
