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sweet, mufucka,” Frankie accused, sounding personally offended.
    “No, I’m not. I’m not sweet,” Brick mumbled in protest.
    “Yeah, right!” Frankie scrunched his face in disgust. “Check this out…me, myself—I do what I do for health reasons. I gotta keep my strength up,” Frankie explained, poking himself in the chest, “But you—” Frankie shook his head. “I know young bucks don’t handle business right. Figured you were trying to be a man about messing up my cash flow—stepping up and doing the right thing.”
    “I do try to do the right thing. That’s why I get down with you, Frankie. I step up to the plate like a man. I give you my white sap to keep you strong. I’m looking out for your health, for real, Frankie.” Brick gulped in fear.
    Frankie sneered. “Yeah, that shit you talkin’ sounds all heroic, but somewhere along the line you done developed a bad habit. When I think back—the way you were so willing to give up your white sap…the more I think about it, the more I realize that you was already sweeter than a Fruit Loop before I started taking your strength.”
    “Nah, I never got down with a dude before. I had to look out for my girl. Misty’s got a real bad habit. She can’t help herself. She gotta shop.”
    “Oh, yeah? Ya girl been stealing my product?”
    “No, she don’t smoke crack. She got a shopping habit. I swear, she can’t help it. She gotta shop all the time.”
    “Nigga, please. Ain’t no such thing as a damn shopping habit. You probably helping her fuck up that money, just so you can get your dick sucked.” Frankie shook his head. “Here I am, thinking I’m teaching you something beneficial that you could use later on in life, and the whole time, I was dealing with a young homo. Nigga, I ought to whip your ass for lying to me. Now that you done turned completely gay, your white sap can’t help me no more.”
    “I’m not gay!”
    “Whatever. Tuck your shit back in your pants because I don’t want it. Drinking white sap from a faggot could mess my system up, have me sickly and weak as a little bitch.”
    Hurt and confused, Brick lowered his head and slowly adjusted his pants. A few seconds later, Frankie advanced and yanked Brick into a headlock. “You gon’ pay for tricking me into fuckin’ with your sissy ass.”
    “I didn’t trick you. I’m not a sissy. I’m straight.” He croaked out the words. Gagging and gasping, he fought to break Frankie’s chokehold, but couldn’t. Though Frankie claimed Brick’s white sap was tainted, had made him weak, he seemed to possess the strength of ten men as he crushed Brick’s face against his bulging bicep.
    With his free hand, he dug inside his pocket and whipped out a gleaming knife. Brick went into a wild panic. To no avail, he desperately struggled to pull his head out of Frankie’s steely embrace. As if testing the sharpness of the blade, Frankie punctured the skin on Brick’s chin. Satisfied, he plunged the knife in, twisting it, brutally chipping chinbone as he pushed it in deeper.
    Brick bellowed in agony. Frankie pulled the embedded knife upward, viciously tearing through flesh and chipping at bone. In a state of shock, Brick went limp. He didn’t hear the horrible sounds of his cheekbone crunching and cracking. He didn’t feel the hot blood splash out over his arms and clothing as Frankie brutally ripped open his face, zigzagging the knife from his chin all the way up to his hairline.
     
    “Brick!” Misty shouted from the bedroom, her shrill voice bringing Brick back to reality. “How long does it take to wash up? Turn that water off, so I can get some sleep!”
    Brick pulled his hand away from the curving scar and turned off the water. Tears blurred his monstrous, mirrored image. Frankie had not only fucked up his face, he’d also succeeded in messing up Brick’s head; distorting his sexual identity.
    Frankie had claimed Brick was gay. Brick didn’t know what category he belonged in.