were the words that brought me back to the present. When I arrived to the front desk and retrieved my items, the first thing I did was grab my cell phone and flip through the text messages. Of course there were texts and missed calls from Alika, and a few from Jamie. When I looked around and didn’t see either of them, I shot off a text to both letting them know that I was fine. After texting, I looked up to see Quinton standing just outside the precinct against his Suburban. A big ass car for a big ass man, I laughed to myself. “This dude don’ went and took it back to his thuggin’ days!” Quinton laughed, walking around to the driver’s side of the car. “Thuggin’? Nah, man. I wasn’t ever a thug!” I laughed. “Just don’t like bullshit. Things are always civil until that shit happens, and well, Bart brought the bullshit. He’s got my knuckles all fucked up and shit,” I said, looking down at the purple bruises forming into an even deeper purple.
