It was new. This whole thing. Just as irritating as it was new. There were much more important things that were going in my life, in the ends. Despite the fact that we were in the middle of a war, it was nearing summertime. Meaning our business had to venture out. To all the studious businessmen with their fancy parties filled with drugs, drink and escorts.
There was so much work to be done but I could barely focus. And the work that was getting done would ultimately get postponed. Due to a certain someone.
"I just- she kept sayin' shit 'bout her dad and how he treated her and I- now I'm curious. I can't help bein' curious?" I tell Roms while texting a few of the youngers about going to the street to try and find empty cans and bottles.
