Ashanti said as they were walking down the block. He was going to go home and sleep, but the confrontation with Lakim now had him wired. So Ashanti suggested they go get hero sandwiches before he dipped. “I don’t like that dude . . .” Cain chimed in. “. . . never did,” Abel added. Ashanti knew the twins were upset when they started finishing each other’s sentences, as if they were one person instead of two. “I ain’t stunting Lakim. His bark is worse than his bite.” “Well, all I know how to do is bite . . .” Cain said. “. . . Fuck barking,” Abel continued. The three of them walked to the twenty-four-hour deli and placed their sandwich orders and got some junk food. Cain told the man behind the glass to add two forties of Old English to their items. “Yo, I swear I think y’all are the only two niggaz I know who still drink fucking forties,” Ashanti told the twins. “You bugging, this here is the food of the gods.” Abel put the bottle to his lips to take a swig, but Cain stopped him.
