Screw reading all that!
Jesus christ it's not a novel.
I turned onto my block and strolled along the tree-lined street, bordered by some of Bushwick’s oldest houses and several community gardens. It’s a nice neighborhood full of families and people that work. Other than the occasional birthday party, nothing much ever happens here.
He had a deep voice and his eyes were open wide, staring at me through the darkness, waiting for a response. His cool disposition made two things obvious: he has done this before and he expected a quick defeat, figuring his large build was intimidating enough to make me run down the street with piss dripping down my legs.
