Saturday Night, Old Eastern Avenue, Essex
Rebound [with a capital B, nigga], sorry, ReBound and his homeboy—"who jus’ gettin’ wit da game en ain’t up to a handle yet"—knocked on this old white bitch’s door just to see if she opened it, and she did. So ReBound and his homeboy burst in and smacked her down, about ready to make shit right with some garb and go, and his homeboy said, “Yo, I jus’ heard some lock en load bullshit, yo—let’s get!”
They bolted outside and saw some lights and ran back down the way with nothing to show for their trouble. ReBound was still giving his homeboy shit about it on the bus, the following Wednesday, across from some Santa Claus lookin’ somebody…
