CHAPTER THREE“Yo, Nigel, lemme getta Rum and Coke, family.” Kreon waved the bartender over. The slender, dark skinned man with the graying afro nodded to him as he fixed a patron’s drink. As soon as he finished, he went on to make Kreon’s drink of choice. The entire time that he was making the alcoholic beverage, he kept his eyes on him. He could tell that something was troubling the young man, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Being that he was a bartender, he also acted as a therapist of sorts to a host of his patrons. From his years of knowing the nigga before him, he knew off top that he wasn’t the one to voice his problems. Nah, he was the type to bury his deep inside and deal with them as best as he could.
Once Nigel had finished making the drink, he sat a napkin, then sat
