Pops shrugged his shoulders with the same smirk Blaze usually had on his face. “Don’t fucking tell me that my favorite color used to be green.” Kincaid choked on his drink. “You beat your brother’s ass because he got your favorite color wrong?” Pops pointed at Kincaid. “It’s the fucking principal. Don’t ever try to tell me something about me… I hold this dick when I piss, not him… can’t tell me shit about myself.” “Papa, I see why the fuck these two touched in the head,” Kincaid snickered.
