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THE JAZZ SIPPER

voice again, reassuring him that it will be alright, just keep moving, and then
all sudden he felt the coolness of a breeze that came from nowhere in
particular.

By now, tears were strolling down his face as he went in the bathroom
to cry so his Aunt Jessie and Uncle Frank could not here him. But all he could
think about was their friendship and crazy things they had done together. A
lot of it was harmless, but when they had to be serious it was that and more.
To Vance it felt like he had lost all his friends, the few that he had all at one
time and he was the only one left standing. Then all sudden he started thinking
about Shelia and the baby she was carrying inside of her, Babu’s child. No
time for crying Vance thought, it was time for action he went into war mode,
got his gun and left on foot heading to the Iberville Projects. But, before he did
he had to stop around the corner where they had just killed his friend a few
hours ago.

There were people moving around, mainly the dope fiend’s and a few small
time drug dealers. Vance knew most of them. Vance saw an older cat whose
nickname was Peaty; he had in the streets what they call hot hands. He could
steal anything; he was a big time booster and hardcore dope fiend. He got
turned out shooting dope when he was 14 years old by and older girl name
Tessa. And she got turned out by an older guy, that’s how it worked. An older
person female or male would get hooked on drugs and could not support their
habit. So they would look for young victims that they could convince to
participate and introduce them to dope. Once that person was hooked they
would have them stealing and doing whatever else that was required to help
them get the drugs. This went on until the younger person’s habit out grew