Mama Don't Mess with Me


“Your ex is Rhonda Jones?”  And a little light goes on in his head.


I nodded.  “That ain’t the half of it.  She’s a snitch.  Some white boy from the FBI got her on the string and she spillin her guts bout everybody she know.  All this jihad stuff she hears.”


Toon and Pinto and his boys got real quiet, started whisperin amongst themselves.  I finish my beer and get up.  “Have a nice day, people,” I shout and hit the street.

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