all that money is going to go to waste.” “God forbid if I get killed tomorrow, I know my son and his mother will be straight,” Skip said letting out a light cough. “Plus that’s what its all about anyway my little man. I work for him, so when he gets older he ain’t gonna have to work for the white man or no bullshit like that. Why you think white folks are so far ahead of us? Because white people are born with an option, either they can work if they want, or they can not work if they don’t want. You know why? Because their parents done already put in the work so their kids won’t have to, you dig?” “Yeah I can dig it,” G-money said taking in the knowledge his friend was throwing at him. “Yeah well that’s what I do with my money,” Skip said passing the blunt to G-money.
“ Damn nigga why you always wet the shit all up,” G-money complained as he pulled up right in front of the boxing gym. “Why you stop here,” Skip asked curiously. “I gotta go holla at Spanky real quick,” G-money answered quickly as he slid out the driver’s seat and disappeared inside the gym.
* * * *
Spanky stood in the middle of the ring in the gym going hard with a sparing partner. For Spanky it was like fighting a girl the way he landed any punch he wanted to his sparring partner’s exposed face and head gear effortlessly. “Okay that’s enough,” Old school Freddie said tired of watching Spanky beat up on the other fighter. Old school Freddie was a boxing expert, and one hell of a trainer. He had been training Spanky since the first day he stepped foot in the gym. Freddie saw fire, and hunger in the young man’s eyes since day one, not to mention Spanky loved to hurt people. When he first started boxing, he never went for the knock out. Instead he would talk shit to his opponent while landing vicious blows. His plan was to try to in flick as much pain as possible. That was until Freddie told him to stop playing around in the ring and go for the kill. He would always tell Spanky, “A ring is no place to play, even if you know you can beat your opponent because one punch can change a fight.”
“Yo Freddie get ya old ass out the ring before I come in there and knock you the fuck out,” G-money yelled staring down the old man. “You young punk mother fuckers swear ya’ll so tough. Anybody can shoot somebody, but can you fight? Come in this ring and I’ll show you what real tough guys do,” Freddie said opening up the ropes inviting G-money into the ring. “Old man I wouldn’t even brake a sweat,” G-money countered as he gave Spanky a pound.
“You better stop fucking with Freddie, his hands are still kind of nice,” Spanky said in a matter of fact tone. “I’ll wash that nigga up stupid quick,” G-money said waiving off the old man. “But anyway what’s good? You ready to make this move?” “Yeah, come with me to the locker room real quick,” Spanky said leading G-money towards the back. “I don’t be wanting people all up in my business,” Spanky said once he and G-money were alone in the locker room.
Spanky quickly unlocked his combination lock and grabbed a book bag from his locker. “Clock work,” he said handing G-money the book bag. “That’s what I’m talking about,” G-money said looking at the neatly stacked money in the book bag. He quickly thumbed through the bills just to make sure everything was straight. “You been doing a good job,” G-money said reaching down in his draws removing a healthy Ziploc bag full of Ecstasy pills.
“ Yo this a double; you think you can handle this,” he asked handing Spanky the Ziploc back. “Yeah Christie should be able to handle this,” Spanky replied as he quickly stuffed the Ziploc bag in the small pocket of his duffle bag. “Ali doesn’t know anything about this right,” G-money asked curiously. “You crazy! It look like I’m trying to get killed,” Spanky said seriously. “Ali don’t want me involved in
“ Damn nigga why you always wet the shit all up,” G-money complained as he pulled up right in front of the boxing gym. “Why you stop here,” Skip asked curiously. “I gotta go holla at Spanky real quick,” G-money answered quickly as he slid out the driver’s seat and disappeared inside the gym.
* * * *
Spanky stood in the middle of the ring in the gym going hard with a sparing partner. For Spanky it was like fighting a girl the way he landed any punch he wanted to his sparring partner’s exposed face and head gear effortlessly. “Okay that’s enough,” Old school Freddie said tired of watching Spanky beat up on the other fighter. Old school Freddie was a boxing expert, and one hell of a trainer. He had been training Spanky since the first day he stepped foot in the gym. Freddie saw fire, and hunger in the young man’s eyes since day one, not to mention Spanky loved to hurt people. When he first started boxing, he never went for the knock out. Instead he would talk shit to his opponent while landing vicious blows. His plan was to try to in flick as much pain as possible. That was until Freddie told him to stop playing around in the ring and go for the kill. He would always tell Spanky, “A ring is no place to play, even if you know you can beat your opponent because one punch can change a fight.”
“Yo Freddie get ya old ass out the ring before I come in there and knock you the fuck out,” G-money yelled staring down the old man. “You young punk mother fuckers swear ya’ll so tough. Anybody can shoot somebody, but can you fight? Come in this ring and I’ll show you what real tough guys do,” Freddie said opening up the ropes inviting G-money into the ring. “Old man I wouldn’t even brake a sweat,” G-money countered as he gave Spanky a pound.
“You better stop fucking with Freddie, his hands are still kind of nice,” Spanky said in a matter of fact tone. “I’ll wash that nigga up stupid quick,” G-money said waiving off the old man. “But anyway what’s good? You ready to make this move?” “Yeah, come with me to the locker room real quick,” Spanky said leading G-money towards the back. “I don’t be wanting people all up in my business,” Spanky said once he and G-money were alone in the locker room.
Spanky quickly unlocked his combination lock and grabbed a book bag from his locker. “Clock work,” he said handing G-money the book bag. “That’s what I’m talking about,” G-money said looking at the neatly stacked money in the book bag. He quickly thumbed through the bills just to make sure everything was straight. “You been doing a good job,” G-money said reaching down in his draws removing a healthy Ziploc bag full of Ecstasy pills.
“ Yo this a double; you think you can handle this,” he asked handing Spanky the Ziploc back. “Yeah Christie should be able to handle this,” Spanky replied as he quickly stuffed the Ziploc bag in the small pocket of his duffle bag. “Ali doesn’t know anything about this right,” G-money asked curiously. “You crazy! It look like I’m trying to get killed,” Spanky said seriously. “Ali don’t want me involved in
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