If She Wasn't Your Grandmother I'd Shoot

I’ll Be Real Discreet,” Tank Said. As Discreet As A Six-foot-six, No-neck Guy Weighing Three Hundred And Fifty Pounds, All Dressed In Black Swat Clothes, With A Glock Holstered At His Side Could Be.

I Checked My Phone Messages. Three In All. The First Was From Joe. “hey, Cupcake.” That Was It. That Was The Whole Message. The Second Was From Ranger. “yo.” Ranger Made Joe Look Like A Chatterbox.

You're Not Looking For A Partner," Ranger Said. "you're Looking For An Enforcer. You Hate To Run. You Must Be Worried About Getting Into That Black Dress. What Did You Eat Just Now? Piece Of Cake? Candy Bar?" "everything," I Said. "i Just Ate Everything.

My Spanish Is Limited To Burrito And Taco.

I've Never Been In This Part Of Trenton Before. I Don't Feel Comfortable Driving Around Buildings That Haven't Got Gang Slogans Sprayed On Them. Look At This Place. No Boarded-up Windows. No Garbage In The Gutter. No Brothers Selling Goods On The Street. Don't Know How People Can Live Like This.