Shattered Glass - Chapter One
I pulled my hood up over my head so that it cast a shadow down my face and pushed on.
Wasn't shit popping in the hood tonight, nothing was really going on that I was interested in participating in so I kept to myself. A few head nods was all I was giving out. I wasn't with the whole handshake shit, 'cause some niggas didn't wash their hands.
I was ready to sell the last lil' product I had so I could get back home and get a lil' nap in before I was right back on the block. The fact of the matter was, I ate, slept and breathed the hood. Shit, ninety percent of the income in my household was coming from those same blocks that had watched me fall on my ass a million times. If I didn't hustle then the family probably would have been evicted a long ass time ago. That was the truth. Moms knew it, my lil' sister Kasha knew it, and I damn sure knew it. I was putting in 22 hour days on the block everyday: no matter if it was raining, snowing or on...