Baby Huey: A Cautionary Tale Of Addiction - Plot & Excerpts
No vehicle, I sold Fifty’s furniture by word of mouth. “Excuse me, ma’am, you wouldn’t be interested in a bedroom set, would you?” If so: “You know somebody with a truck?” Yesterday a guy knocked on the door, said he heard I was selling furniture and stuff at a good price. There wasn’t much left to sell. The guy asked about the stove and fridge, asked how much I wanted for both. “Two-fifty,” I said, and the guy said, “You got a deal.” Just as the guy was driving away with the stove and fridge in the back of his pickup, the white woman in the apartment next door came out and asked me if I had permission to sell the two appliances. Yes, I told her. She said she couldn’t believe the apartment manager would allow me to do that, said she would go ask him. Knock yourself out, I told her. The next morning, after a night of intense leg watching, I heard keys jingling outside the door.
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