"And got arrested," his mother added. "Don't forget he did that too..." "Didn't you visualize what would happen?" his sister said, pointing to the book Visualize Success on top of the TV. Everybody else started laughing as Darryl stared dumbstruck at the letter from his probation officer telling him to show up for a violation hearing. "I don't visualize taking no more of this shit," he muttered, ripping up the paper. They were back in the narrow apartment his mother shared with her grandmother Ethel, Darryl, and occasionally, Darryl's girlfriend, Alisha, and their two small children. Ganja smoke drifted through the wind chimes suspended over an unmade sofa bed by the window. Joanna's boyfriend, Winston Murvin, who had watery red eyes and long dreadlocks, held up his hand and waited for them to be quiet. "Now listen up all you people," he said. His light Jamaican accent made the last word sound like "pee-pell," even though he was from Jamaica in Queens, not the Caribbean island. "I am going to show you how to do this once and only once, then that's it." Winston asked Aaron Williams to bring over the bag of cocaine he'd taken from Pops Osborn's apartment.
