Page 78 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Loyalty.

I scratched underneath my chin and looked toward the TV.

Whatever.

“Nigga, you got some bread I can borrow?”

Frozo blinked.

Then started laughing.

“Look at this nigga changing the fucking subject.”

“I’m serious.”

“How much?”

“I owe Lev fifteen.”

His laugh disappeared.

“Fifteen hundred?”

I looked at him.

“Fifteen bands.”

“Nigga, how the fuck you owe your own brother fifteen thousand dollars?”

“I was gambling downstairs.”

“You was gambling fifteen thousand dollars?”

“Not at one fucking time.”

“That makes it better?”

“Man, you gone help or not?”

Frozo stared at me like he was trying to figure out how we’d made it from eighth grade to thirty-four without somebody killing me.

I had money coming in.

Construction paid me decent. I made money on the side sometimes. I wasn’t broke.

I just had too much shit coming out.

Four kids in my house.

Bills.

Money I sent Avery for Carter.

Money I had been putting toward shit Heather needed for Collin.

Regular life.

Street shit.