world?â Romeo asked. âWhy do you think thatâs so?â
ââCause I mind my own business,â Dollar replied.
âShit.â Romeo laughed. âThereâs plenty of cats up in here minding they own business. That donât mean shit to these killaz up in here.â
âIâve got a question for you. How is it Iâve managed to survive in this piece for almost six years without anybody constantly fucking with me, and then along comes you?â Dollar smartly replied.
He looked Dollar up and down, nodded his head, and said, âMy point exactly,â then walked away.
Romeo actually had Dollar spooked. This was the first time since his incident with Wojo he was feeling the wrath of the prison walls. If someone was out for you in the joint, it was far different than when someone was out for you in the streets. It wasnât about no laying low. There was nowhere to hide.
Dollar knew that since Romeo was a lifer he didnât have shit to lose. This was what worried Dollar the most. For the first time Dollar knew what it felt like to have genuine fear in his heart and that was some scary shit. It was like being in a pitch-black room with a lion. You could hear his roar as he could hear your every maneuver. It was like walking a mile-long tight rope for the first time in your life without a net to catch your fall.
Dollar would soon realize that prison life exists six feet under hell.
CHAPTER 5
Sweet Dreams
A couple months later, right before lights out, Dollar was reading one of Donald Goinesâs old joints when Romeo appeared outside of his cell. Dollar closed the book and sat silently on his cot as he waited to see what fly-ass shit came out of Romeoâs mouth this time.
Romeo stood quietly as he stared down at the ground. He eventually looked up at Dollar and sighed. âTruce,â Romeo said.
âWhat?â Dollar asked, just to make sure he was actually hearing what he was hearing.
âYou heard me, little nigga,â Romeo replied. âIâm done fuckinâ witâ your punk ass. It ainât even fun no more. Truce.â
Dollar paused for a moment, stared at Romeoâs hand, and then replied, âTruce.â
Their mouths had said it, but had their hearts?
The next morning the beads of water from the shower spigot beat against Dollarâs well-cut physique. Too bad those hoes from the block couldnât reap the benefit from his custom-designed body. What was good about Dollar going to prison so young was that he had only been laid a few times. He had let bitches make him sandwiches and suck his dick on an occasion or two, but he wasnât laying pipe to the chickenheads who roamed his block.
Dollar hadnât gotten a taste of the various flavors that pussy came in so the lack of pussy didnât affect him all that much. The few times Dollar had gotten him some it was always from the same couple girls.
One of the girls was this chick named Pam, who had lived next door to his Auntie Charlene. Pam let him run up in her for the very first time on his sixteenth birthday. Pam was a couple years older than Dollar and had been putting out since she was twelve years old. Her own stepbrother had popped her cherry. As a matter of fact, he was the one who hooked up her and Dollar. It was his birthday present to Dollar.
Dollar was nervous as hell when it all went down, but he managed to get through it long enough to bust his first nut. Pam and Dollar did it right up against the side of Auntie Charleneâs house. After that, when it came to Pam, Dollar was like a dog in heat. Whenever his mother would take him and his brother to visit his Auntie Charlene, he would hang out on the porch waiting to catch Pam coming or going. He could smell her coming before he saw her. A squirt of Chanel No. 5 that Pam would sneak and use from her motherâs dresser always gave her away.
If the timing was right, Dollar knew if Pamâs mama
ââCause I mind my own business,â Dollar replied.
âShit.â Romeo laughed. âThereâs plenty of cats up in here minding they own business. That donât mean shit to these killaz up in here.â
âIâve got a question for you. How is it Iâve managed to survive in this piece for almost six years without anybody constantly fucking with me, and then along comes you?â Dollar smartly replied.
He looked Dollar up and down, nodded his head, and said, âMy point exactly,â then walked away.
Romeo actually had Dollar spooked. This was the first time since his incident with Wojo he was feeling the wrath of the prison walls. If someone was out for you in the joint, it was far different than when someone was out for you in the streets. It wasnât about no laying low. There was nowhere to hide.
Dollar knew that since Romeo was a lifer he didnât have shit to lose. This was what worried Dollar the most. For the first time Dollar knew what it felt like to have genuine fear in his heart and that was some scary shit. It was like being in a pitch-black room with a lion. You could hear his roar as he could hear your every maneuver. It was like walking a mile-long tight rope for the first time in your life without a net to catch your fall.
Dollar would soon realize that prison life exists six feet under hell.
CHAPTER 5
Sweet Dreams
A couple months later, right before lights out, Dollar was reading one of Donald Goinesâs old joints when Romeo appeared outside of his cell. Dollar closed the book and sat silently on his cot as he waited to see what fly-ass shit came out of Romeoâs mouth this time.
Romeo stood quietly as he stared down at the ground. He eventually looked up at Dollar and sighed. âTruce,â Romeo said.
âWhat?â Dollar asked, just to make sure he was actually hearing what he was hearing.
âYou heard me, little nigga,â Romeo replied. âIâm done fuckinâ witâ your punk ass. It ainât even fun no more. Truce.â
Dollar paused for a moment, stared at Romeoâs hand, and then replied, âTruce.â
Their mouths had said it, but had their hearts?
The next morning the beads of water from the shower spigot beat against Dollarâs well-cut physique. Too bad those hoes from the block couldnât reap the benefit from his custom-designed body. What was good about Dollar going to prison so young was that he had only been laid a few times. He had let bitches make him sandwiches and suck his dick on an occasion or two, but he wasnât laying pipe to the chickenheads who roamed his block.
Dollar hadnât gotten a taste of the various flavors that pussy came in so the lack of pussy didnât affect him all that much. The few times Dollar had gotten him some it was always from the same couple girls.
One of the girls was this chick named Pam, who had lived next door to his Auntie Charlene. Pam let him run up in her for the very first time on his sixteenth birthday. Pam was a couple years older than Dollar and had been putting out since she was twelve years old. Her own stepbrother had popped her cherry. As a matter of fact, he was the one who hooked up her and Dollar. It was his birthday present to Dollar.
Dollar was nervous as hell when it all went down, but he managed to get through it long enough to bust his first nut. Pam and Dollar did it right up against the side of Auntie Charleneâs house. After that, when it came to Pam, Dollar was like a dog in heat. Whenever his mother would take him and his brother to visit his Auntie Charlene, he would hang out on the porch waiting to catch Pam coming or going. He could smell her coming before he saw her. A squirt of Chanel No. 5 that Pam would sneak and use from her motherâs dresser always gave her away.
If the timing was right, Dollar knew if Pamâs mama
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