I didn’t know if I wanted to stay in the kitchen or run out the back door. But I did know that my party was ruined. That’s why I hated these Detroit niggas. They never just come out and have a good time. Just as I decided to run out of the back door, the kitchen door swung open and this big dude wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie came barging in. His baseball cap was down low on his face. “Your name Redbone, right?” he asked me. I was so scared, I couldn’t part my lips. When I wouldn’t answer, he asked, “You the one on the posters, right? Yeah, you her.” He pulled out a gun and came toward me. I started screaming. “Don’t scream now, bitch! I didn’t hear yo’ ass scream when you jacked Cisco’s package. Look at me, bitch.” He took off his hat. “Do I look familiar?” My eyes grew as I thought back to the day I saw him. “Yeah, you do remember me, bitch. You looked me dead in the face when you reached over me and took those bags. That was a major loss for me.”
