My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me
M.L. Erwin & T.J. Scott
Copyright 2012 by M.L. Erwin & T.J. Scott
My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me
By M. L. Erwin & T. J. Scott
There was no way out of the ghetto for his type. Not the legal way. That way had long since passed him by. Well, he was out the ghetto and he looked just like any other successful black businessman. He and his wife had a house in Irving not two blocks from Charles Edward, the pro football player.
He stared at his reflection, he was indeed handsome. A shadow passed the mirror and he spun around. He still carried a gun. Slowly he pulled it from its holster.
It was nobody. He’d taken his silly childhood dreams with him into manhood. Well, he wasn’t a kid anymore and the boogieman didn’t scare him.
His wife was cooking breakfast. They had met in church. It paid to keep up appearances, drug dealer or not. She was a sweet girl, not pretty but sexy.
Lately the cops were putting heat on everybody. It was hard keeping good people around you. You had to get rid of a snitch before indictments could be filed. Big Lou was the first to snitch. He dealt drugs on his own, separate from the organization. That’s what had got him caught. Fannie’s sister had been the next to snitch. They had caught her wearing a wire. When Henry flipped, that had hurt him the most. They had started the business together.