memory .

Man . . . The old days I miss those days were you can go outside and play with your friends all day til you mama tells you to come inside and eat. I miss when you don't have to pay bills everything was free all you have to do is ask your mama. Like I tell my daughter , baby don't grow up to fast you have along time to do grown people things. I wish someone could have told me that when I was little because I grew up around bad people that I looked up to. I stayed out all night didn't come home to til 7 in the morning when it was time to go to school. But I remember when my daughter said one day , daddy what was the best thing you remember from your child hood. I told her I really could not remember anything. But I lied there was one thing , it was when I was 7 it was Christmas day I got the best gift every it was a red and black bike. That's all I wanted and it was so cool. It was like the best gift anybody could ever give me. Everyday I would ride I took care of it like it was my child, best friend, or even girlfriend . . . .

blog 3 . . . the fire !

What's wrong howard it looks like somethings bad happened. Nothing , nothing at all he had said. I saw something in his eyes it was something wrong. But, I hate asking people so I left it alone and had fun with my daughter. It was so funny how everything happen that night because right as i'm leaving my little girl said daddy daddy look! There is a big fire . As i turn and look i see a huge amount of people just running for their life. I saw the food stand on fire and it was getting bigger. Then i thought where is howard ? It was so many people i could see past the gate at the front. So like any other person i picked my baby girl up and took the fuck off back to the apartments. Little while later, I was watching the news thinking about damn i just witness a fire and damn where is howard ?

whats next ....

Frank takes a deep breath because who knows what is going to happen next he hangs up the phone. Then he slowly turns around, his heart beating faster and faster every second. He looks and he saw the man right behind him with a hoody on and his hands in his pockets. The person says, “Thought you were going to show up in a limo or send one of your bitch ass workers to do the job.  Franks said I don’t need people to do a man's job! Frank did his trade and got out of there hopped back on the bus to the apartments. Right before he stuck his key in the door his phone rings. Hello, frank says.  Hey dad can we go to the carnival. It was his five-year-old daughter that lives with his old girlfriend.  His daughter is the sweetest little girl that never gets in trouble never does anything wrong. He said when she was born she was his heart and he would do anything for her. Knowing that he doesn’t spend so much time with her because his always working and on the move he said yes. Later that day, frank and his daughter were at the fair having a good time then out of nowhere he saw one of his workers Howard. He didn’t look so happy. That was a sign something happen . . . . .

its a monday morning ! "blog 1"

The day started off like any other day for frank, (otherwise known as "Gaza" to his workers). Ring ! ring ! ring ! His phone goes off constantly .You would think he would turn it off , but being the biggest drug dealer on the block he has no choice. He picks up the phone and a person says half past 12 need da pound . Then he hangs up and he says damn another day. Frank goes to the closet gets he's clothes/ the pound and he is off to make his delivery. When he steps outside he sees the 18 wheeler stuck like he is. Since he doesn't want certain people to see him he takes the bus to make the delivery. Once he gets off the bus the phone rings again ... Where are you the voice said . Frank replied in between da cut . The unknown person says turn around.