![]() ![]() A good man tries to do good, and gets a bullet to the neck and bleeds out on his neighbor’s bedroom floor. ![]() And I know, along that road, no matter how much support I had, I asked myself the question of what the fuck’s the point? A good man tries to do good, and gets his throat slit. This put my mother in a tailspin it took nearly two decades for her to haul herself out of, which meant the man who loved her who was breathin’, a man she also loved, didn’t have her until it was almost too late for them to make their own family. “No, my dad’s throat was slit in the parking lot of a pizza joint when he was gettin’ into his truck to bring dinner home to his family. He saw no humor in this situation at all and therefore laid it out. He now saw humor in her expression as she said, “You have a very inventive mind.” ![]() ![]() “An operation that gets their hands on a kid like that, with a brain like his, he’s hacking for the Russians at a million dollars an hour or worse.” “This guy is part of a bigger operation,” Dutch told her. She pressed her lips tightly together before she unpressed them to ask, “What? Drugs?” I asked one of the Resurrection brothers who Carlyle was talkin’ to and he shared it was a dude I did not want to know, and he wouldn’t be comin’ back to Shady’s because Resurrection wasn’t down with his presence there. “I know it because when he clocked me, I saw him slip out the back of Shady’s when he’s too damn young to be in Shady’s in the first place. ![]()
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