“Yo, dey done ma man wrong. Pookie was commin’ back from his girl’s spot—hadn’t done a thing—and blammm! Ma nigga is down fo da out count!”
Okay, I just made that bit up.
But what I can’t make up, because I’m only a science-fiction/horror/fantasy novelist is this:
The very minute the three day ceasefire ended some poor unknown, alien dude on Douglas Court down in East Baltimore bought the sidewalk as a head first discount, at exactly 12:00 A.M.—like dis shit is some kinna joke or sometin’!
The Boned Zone: Surviving Urban Predation
