The thought before the Action prt 2
The day went like the wind—a swift breeze, just like Karl liked it. That night, as he tried to fall asleep, he gave Ole Black’s advice some thought. “What’s up, celly?” He was speaking to his cell-mate: A hardheaded kid from the Uptown district of the city. “What’s happenin’ playa?” his celly responded. “I’m up here thinkin’ bout my baby’s moma. The bitch ain’t wrote me back.” “Oh yeah? Well you know how it is out there in that big ole world—everybody livin’ they life. Time don’t stop ‘cause we... Sign in to see full entry.