FICTION FROM DR. DRIVE BY
CHAPTER 7B 'You relax, we relax.' Announced Cool as his wonderful limousine cruised down 47th. 'Shit muthufukka, I aint done nuthin. Yall's some bastuds fo pullin some jive like this on a frien.' Mumbled Szgabu in a thug's grip. 'Say what? Is my hearin tellin me lies? Friends. You say we friends?... Sign in to see full entry.