Excerpt from book:

Feeling his hand move on my back as I slept I turned towards him only to have his phone thrust in my face.  Trying to focus I wrapped my hand around his as he held the phone and moved it away so I could focus and there on that phone, while laying in the bed next to him I saw a man, a dead man…. laying on what looked like a table with his entails hanging out. “What is that” I  asked sleepily. “That’s  that nigga, you know niggas don’t survive me they end up on slabs, in caskets.”  Sitting up in the bed I looked at him as he begin to scroll I presume through other photos. “How did you get that?” From court, it’s evidence I have a right to it.”  “You shouldn’t blame yourself” as I turned around and went back to sleep….”

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