Stopping short, my confused gaze scanned the driveway. “Where’s my car?” “Since you wanna keep buckin’ on Pug, I sold yo’ shit. The money is on the dining room table.” “What!” Profoundly stupefied, my eyes bugged. For my birthday last year, Mems bought me an all-black AMG S-Class. It was my customized dream car and completely paid off. Now this nigga sold my shit!
