The world was changing right before my eyes.  I had also changed with the times.  I was no longer Dallas Seabrook, a Fulton County Police Officer from Harlem I was Walt Love, a drug dealer from Arkansas.

As I grew more into my role, I cut off everyone I knew and loved in the world.  My mother Tasha and Kennedy everybody.  I was OBSSESED!   I had made over half a million dollars for myself.  I doubled that for Breeze.  Life as we knew it was good, but I lost a lot in the process.

Tasha got fed up and left.  When the lease was up on the townhouse, she moved to an unlisted location.  She wanted no contact with me and I could’t blame her.  I couldn’t even talk to my mother.  I wrote her often, but I never left a return address.  I just wanted her to know I was okay.

The streets were hotter than ever.   And I was hungry, hungry for more money.  Jamal was living a little too well for a nigga at the bottom of the food chain.  New gear, new kicks and he was trickin’ on every SKEEZE on the block.  He had this one chick though, Kitty.  Her name was Kathy, but we called her Kitty because she was giving up the “kitty kat” on the regular and at such a young age too.

Barely 18 and knee deep in the game.  She used what god gave her to get what she wanted.  Jamal was her latest sucker.  He was open on her.  I can’t front she was a cutie.  Nice little shape, but never wifey material.  Just a good lay.

Jamal, he was a dumb motherfucker, and she knew it.  She sucked and fucked him out of all his money.  Now she had his broke ass taking money from us………… Mistake.