When It All Falls Down Chapter Three( Based On A True Story)
Too Low was already sitting on the porch when Jack pulled up. He stood up as Jack stepped out of the car. “What’s good with you, folk?” Jack shrugged. “Shit, I can’t call it.” Too Low looked him up and down. “Where you comin’ from?” “Just bought that building I told you about. Now I gotta find somebody to renovate it.” Too Low laughed—not playful, but like he couldn’t believe it. “You really goin’ through with this shit, huh?” “Hell yeah,” Jack said, looking him dead in the eye. “Come on, bro. Think about it. Look at all the dope boys we knew growing up. Where are they now?” Too Low didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. “Dead,” Jack continued, “or in jail. And I don’t know about you, but this shit is getting old. It’s time for something real.” Too Low kicked at a loose step on the porch. “I mean… shit… I hear you.” “You should come into business with me,” Jack said. “We can make real money.” That got Too Low’s attention. “Mane… is we gon’ make money off this shit?” Ja...