I was betting heavy on NBA games, trying not to piss away what little I had. Mostly I did favors for a guy named Joe S. Whatever he needed. He started me out small, but before I knew it he had me doing dirty, busting guys up when they didn't have his money, things like that and sometimes worse. The first time I ever came down hard on one of Joe's deadbeats, I pictured someone else doing the same to me, almost like I could see it coming from not too far off. If things hadn't gone different, I would've wound up there. No doubt about it. But that's another story for a different time. What this is about is the one time I had to go out and leave this nice girl who claimed to love me to do something for Joe. Her name? We can call her Delilah, but if I said her real name it's not like she'd care. She's in a better place now, with lots more going on than listening to my shit. Back then we were both using whatever we could get out hands on. This week it'd be weed; next week coke or e or whatever.
What do You think about Jordan In The Time Of Cold War?
