Raheem said fuck being a police officer, handyman, or even a construction worker. He decided drugs weren’t quick enough money, so he turned to selling pussy. “I’m sixteen, Rah,” I said barely above a whisper. He sparked his blunt and then looked at me with malice laced in his eyes. “All you do is walk around with a fucking book in your hand. Judging the very bitches that keep a roof over your fucking head.”
okay I HATE HIM ALREADY
