God bless all that may enter, this man is a man of dangerous capabilities. Use with Caution, watch carefully, as you step into the garden. The Garden of life, the Garden of Clarence's life.
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Clarence.
Keeping the usual mug he wore on his face everyday, Clarence walked into the trap.
He was the king, it had always been that way. For almost a decade now.
"Hey boss man." A few of his workers spoke as he walked in. He gave a small head nod, while continuing to look for Los.
He watched as some workers counted money, or weighed kilos. Licking his lips in satisfactory, he nodded at how smoothly things were running.
"Yoooo!" Carlos screamed obnoxiously as Clarence made his way up the steps to the main.
"What nigga?" He chuckled, making his way into the doors to sit down.
"How's the knee, big fella' ?" He noticed as Clarence sat down he had a look of discomfort.
"It's fine, how Ro?" He referred to Carlos's four year-old daughter, Royalty.
"She good, hadda' let my baby see her crazy mama. Baby girl cried, because I hadda' leave. I kno' she'a have my ass when I pick her up." He shook his chuckling at his daughters antics.
"I gotta see lil' bit. All her damn dolls taking up my living room from last time." He chuckled too, reaching down to rub the ache away on his knee.
"That's yo' lazy ass, letting her roam around freely."
"I'm her god-father and uncle, the nice one. Gotta let my lil' bit do whatever she wants. That's how it goes." He shrugged, rubbing at his ache harder. See as it wasn't trying to go away, but he couldn't be a little bitch and leave early.
"Now when she cryin' cause I won't give her a new Barbie when she asks I'm blaming you, then bringing her to you."
"Aight bitch, na let's get this money."
***
Clarence ended up leaving the trap early, he told Los that he'd stay as long he could. Get some rest, then go to the strip club with him later that night.
So, Clarence took his pain meds and munched on cereal then tried to take a nap.
Just as he got comfortable on the couch his cellphone rung. Groaning loudly he declined the call, not even looking at the number.
Several peaceful minutes passed before his phone rang once more. Grabbing the pillow that lay next to him he placed it over his face, but not only did it help him become more annoyed, the sound of the cellphone did not stop.
