Absolute Fulfillment

by Kennedy B.

Who said a few pastries and poles couldn’t make a couple dollars? Pastries and poles, as in my gentleman’s club sold not only liquor but focused on the sweets as well.

He looked like a hoe, the best type too. That one who would have you waiting for him to bail you outta county because you smashed his windshield for talking to another girl. That type.

Nigga better believe in pistol whipping or something,”