Wicked

About the Book

            Graham’s house was the house to be at for all the drama.  Ricky, Mike, Shorty and Ronald always seem to keep shit going with their drugs and hoes.  Ricky and Mike both always competed in everything from who played the best with the hoes to who had the most money made in dealing the drugs on the streets.  Ronald on the other hand took another approach to the game with the hoes by being the comedian in the group.  He would keep the women laughing until he completed his mission, which was getting into the draws.  Then there was smooth ass Shorty who had the looks and while he also played the game, he was really out looking to find love, but at times would just settle for lust.  Shorty met Trina and thought the world of her; in fact Trina thought the world of herself.  She was manipulative, conniving, deceitful and most of all she was the biggest hoe around.  Everybody knew about Trina except Shorty.  The biggest laughs around the house came from Graham though.  She didn’t give a damn about anything or anybody.  Graham’s was the nastiest grandmother in the world and she wasn’t about to take any crap from any of her unwanted occupants.

About the Author

Chapter One

Dear God forgive me, I’m living a lavish life with the hottest gear, luxury cars, jewelry, and a spectacular house, but there is a price to pay for the way a person receive such fortune.  For some reason today, this summer time humidity isn’t cutting it.  Well at least not in my Gram’s house I thought.  You could smell the stench of piss and the smell of old sewage a couple of doors down.  I wonder how the hell could a person get immune to inhaling such absorb toxics.  I just got off the #11 trolley and of course you can’t avoid the crack heads and the bum ass wannabee cab drivers.  Whoever heard of a bunch of alcoholic cab drivers?  Mel the tallest of the three was dressed up like a broke ass pimp.  His hair is caught up in some twilight zone.  The Jerry Curl era had been laid to rest about 18 years ago.  The shoes he wore looks like he’s going to the fucking Wizard Of Oz.  Boy if I could throw his whole entire ass in the washer machine so be it.  Old man Roc’s teeth are so rotten I can’t see how he manages to smile.  Lord why does this guy try to wear spandex pants with that dirty ass gray Tee…oops my bad…it’s suppose to be a white Tee shirt.  Mr. Beadie Bead.  I don’t think there is a barber in this world that would attempt to fuck with his nasty ass head.   First of all if he were in my salon, I would call 911… the operator would be like…

“ Ma’am what’s the emergency?”

“Yall better get a coroner and a mortician down here cause if this mother fucker put his dirty ass hair in my shampoo sink it’s going to be a homicide.”