Now.
Lighting a cigarette, I stare out into the distance of what was once Detroit. Standing on top of the tallest tower which was once a building for GM ((I know it isn't, roll with it)), the cigarette won't light. I keep trying to light it and give up after a few tries, leaving it in my mouth anyways. I'm not holding a weapon, the only thing I'm holding is my lighter, and I watch the AED officers crowd the bottom of the building. "Hey, go - go loving hold 'em off. I got some stuff to say." I tell one of my 'officers', as I turn to who I met today. The leader of the AED, Alfonso Mari, is there. He's not Hispanic, but he tries to act like he is, anyways.
"Alfonso, Alfonso. You decided to meet with the guy you called, on multiple occasions, a cunt, a bitch, and a lame friend."
"Just business," he said. "Just business, I assure you."
"What business?" I snap. "It's not business if you can't loving keep up with yourself. Like some loving Disney movie ain't it. You been loving around this city getting my brothers, and you're killing them. Do I want to meet with you? No. But since we're at it, let's have some loving coffee."
