"Who's there----don't fuck with me!" I couldn't see shit. As bad as I wanted to, the rain wasn't really rain, it was that drizzle shit that still caused fog to cling to glass and the glasses I was wearing was on its last leg until my next cash out. "You smell delicious." The voice said once more causing me to grip, pull the gun out the back of my pants. Bringing the cold metal in-front of my view, even if I couldn't see who I was pointing it at, I was ready to kill whoever it was regardless of religion or fuckin' game. "I swear to sweet baby Jesus, if you don't come out that damn corner, I'm going to unload this gun and give you a ticket to see the big man!" I wasn't scared. More like I didn't give a shit. I could feel my stomach doing that shit it did a few years back. I didn't care then either when I let that mother-fucker have it the second his foot stepped over the threshold of my home. "I wouldn't do that, my Egyptian queen." copyright2021All RIGHTS RESERVED TO DAFF123 AND SHERONE YOUNG