Someone is running for thier life.
The figure spoke; oh, I am just an old bum who lives in this alley. And you came trucking round that there corner and tripped over my board and flipped into that heap. The cops quit looking for you a while ago, guess you were not that important. I Do not know how you dodged them bullets though. What did you do to piss off them cops? Never mind I do not want to know, but what ever it was, hope you don’t do it again.
I used to be a bad ass but I could not out run bullets, left me like this. Them bullets shattered my spine now I have no legs and get around on this here wheeled board. Wish I had got a second chance like you’ve got now. If I were you, I’d high tail it home and do some deep pondering over this here night.
Deuce got up slowly and looked at the dirty little half body sitting on that board. Without saying anything, he headed out of the alley. Just before he turned the corner, Deuce decided to say something and turned around. There was no one there. His eyes were drawn to the top of the refuse pile. There turned upside down was that wheeled board in a severe state of decomposition one of the wheels missing… A wave of cold heat passed through Deuces body and he began to run. He ran so fast that he didn’t feel the pavement beneath his feet.
The next morning Deuce got up out of bed took a shower cut off his dreadlocks shaved & put on a suit then went into the living room and informed his Mother that he was joining the family on their way to church services.
That Saturday night five years ago was the night that Reverend Donald Deuce Watkins got scarred straight.
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