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272 pages, Hardcover
First published April 8, 2014
“I would ask Pop about his strange-smelling funny-cigarettes but I’m afraid to ask him questions anymore. He’s always in a rush and never tells me where he’s going when he leaves.”
“He ripped pen his chocolate chip muffin (sic) and held it in the air like he was Rafiki from the Lion King holding Simba toward the sun.
‘The side of Tunnetta’s face, ladies and gentlemen!’ He spun himself around in a dramatic circle and curtseyed.
I never called her that but the nickname stuck, and bad skin, big tits, and pretty eyes was all Tunnetta ‘Chocolate Chip’ Johnson was known for around school. She wasn’t really a good look for me, but I was curious.”
“When school lets out, the drama of the hallway turns real. You’ll get your issue if you got one. This is how it worked. Basically you had to be some type of somebody. We latchkey kids all walked together in a huddle, but won’t get it twisted, we were not together. The pack was like a prison yard, everyone had their territory. People step out they zone and it turns into a jungle.