“Kalil walked past him, and without exchanging words, they smacked palms. Kalil headed straight for the kitchen to get something to eat. He glanced over at the calendar on the fridge and noticed today was the day he had to see his parole officer. “Damn, I almost forgot about that shit,” he said to himself as he fixed himself a bowl of cereal. Kalil dreaded going to work, but he had to. It was the only thing he could do to make some money. The only true skill he’d acquired over the years was the ...ability to hustle; that’s all he knew. And if that was taken from him, he’d be left naked. Destiny had run through the money that he had stashed away for a rainy day while he was still locked up, so he was back to square one. Quinn had offered him a partnership in his weed hustle, but Kalil had been in the game long enough to know that this was a dead end. Quinn had been selling weed for five years and was still in the same position, living in the same projects, driving the same car. To Kalil the risk outweighed the reward, so he passed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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