He kissed the back of his teeth and exhaled deeply letting me know that he too was annoyed. “I’m really trying to keep my cool and practice these breathing techniques, so I don’t end up back in jail, but you and yo’ fuck ass homegirl got one more time to talk to me crazy and I’m gon’ start making funeral arrangements. Go take the fuckin’ test, so I’ll know whether or not to add Atkins to your tombstone,” he threatened.
