The "Nookie" Jar(COMPLETED)

Chapter One

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Fry skidded into the near by alley catching his breath.

His lungs were on fire. He'd been stealing for the past 9months, but that time he almost got caught.

Fry lowered his shredded up jeans stepping out of them. He wasn't wearing no underwear in the first place. After he pulled the boxer's up, he pulled his jeans back on.

He couldn't snap or zip em up. The button had popped of a little while ago and the zipper was stuck at the bottom.

"I'll suck you off for a spare."

Fry looked to his left as a raspy voice caught his attention. Why every time he came in this alley Morris was asking to put his mouth on his junk, that ain't cool. "Naw, man fuck off. You wanna make it in this world you gotta get like me." Morris wheezed out a hard cough that split Fry's ear drums.

Fry peaked out the alley before stepping one foot out onto the side walk.

Fry pulled the rastafarian hat from off his head. He alway's wore it when he went out for a steal. If he ever were to get caught they would give a description of him having dread's since they were attached to the hat, but he didn't have dreads.

Besides that fact that Fry didn't have nothing to his name, not even the clothes he stole

.He wasn't a bad looking guy for 22. He was tall, and light skinned with a fade. He made his way around town bare foot now a day's because his shoe's had worn down to the soles.

All the extra curricular made him very lean and bulky, he didn't like to exercise but he HAD to, he messed with people's money, and when he needed to get away, he had to be in shape.

Fry held his jeans at the crotch as he made his way to his apartment. He wasn't try sag like these nigga's in these Georgia streets,  but he couldn't even afford a belt right now.

The only reason he had a place to lay his head at was because he robbed people. Which he would have to do tomorrow because rent was due.

Fry reached his apartment slipping the key in the hole, he threw the yellow,black and green hat onto the floor.

The carpet was suppose to be white, but Fry tracked so much dirt in, that it  now a was mucky brown color in several spots. He had asked the landlord to get somebody up here to clean the carpet, but he claimed that he was still tryna find a cheap enough business to do it.

Fry thought that was bullshit.

Stomach growling  -- Fry threw open the tattered refrigerator door.

The few things that he had was 2 bottles of water and a bottle of ketchup. Fry pulled out the ketchup bottle squeezing a little of it in his mouth. He ignored the foul tangy taste of it as he let it slip own his throat. Fry finished the bottle off before he threw it back into his sink.

He could use that for a cup, Fry didn't like to waste nothing.

Fry graduated high school, and literally did nothing but mooch of his parents, he'd been doing that since he was little, he was lazy, he was inconsiderate, and he didn't care. He use to take the 100 bucks that they would give him every 2weeks and waste it on bullshit

. He never looked into getting a job, he thought working was just a waste. He though school was just a waste.

He though everything was a waste.

Stealing came easy when he got kicked out the house. His brother Quincy bought him an apartment paying 3months of his rent, but Quincy told Fry after  the 3months he would be on his own. A year later he was doing just fine with it.

He'd have to steal it from somebody, but that was like work, he had to be there at a certain time, he had to leave a certain time.

That was a full time  job with out having to put in the 40 hours a week in. All he needed was two hours and a good plan. Fry got 500.00 dollars easy for the right place. He mostly stole from women.

To him women were stupid and easy to steal from.

All he'd have to say was if he didn't get the money, he was gone rape them, and like that they would hand him everything in they wallet. He had never in his life raped a women. His mom would slap the shit out of him if she knew he was telling these women that.

Behind the long black pantyhose that covered Fry's face when he went to rob. Women actually liked Fry, he was goofy, he had a nice sense of humor, and he was attractive. he had only had 2 women in his life that he dated, not for very long, but he had been in a relationship, he liked a specific type of girl.

His mama didn't like neither of the girl's that he brought home.

Fry was attracted to women who were mean, that did him dirty, he liked the girl he dated to be a bitch to him. His mom was the total opposite of that, so Fry really had no support to why he liked his women so cruel.

Fry thought females were stupid though, he liked to play mind games, they easily fell for him, so why not, it wasn;t hurting him, what was they gone do if he broke they heart

They couldn't make his life no worst then it was right now...

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Short and Sweet;)

I'm just building up my character and at this point I must say, I love his bummy self