Rage Is Back (9781101606179) (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
The pile of hair-ropes on the floor looked like a litter of newborn rodents, but as Twenty-Twenty had taught me and various Rastas real and pseudo had since reconfirmed—in particular my former herb-game boss, Jafakin’-ass Abraham Lazarus, and the posse of bobo yardie motherfuckers who spent their lives in his Crown Heights apartment watching cricket matches on cable and chanting down Babylon—severed locks were to be disposed of carefully, if at all. A bluish twilight was creeping across the ceiling when I looked in on my father. He’d just put the finishing touches on a six-hour nap, and he was sitting up, rubbing his thumb against the blunt cross section of a dread. I’d clipped his nails and buzzed his beard a few days earlier and he hadn’t even appeared to notice, so this seemed like a good sign. “Billy,” I said, sitting on the bed’s edge. He turned his head without dropping the lock, looked at me through the cracks between his fingers.
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