' Why do you know my government and who do you work for? ' He laughed but I didn't see shit was funny. The fuck was he? The only thing I know is that he knew to much for someone I just met. The man walked up to me, took off his shades and held out his hand.' I'm recruiter James Burrow and your Jamal Thomas right? '. He had to have some serious cash stashed. The car with all the extra shit in it is about a good 90,000 bucks. ' It's called a car that's for important business, sir '. I was surprised that the man in the car heard me with how thick those windows were. ' What type of fucked up shit is this? ' I asked. I was sitting there in my black hoodie and tru's waiting for my main buyer to arrive until I saw this black Benz with highly tented windows. I'm not going to tell you what happened because it's not important. It wasn't a life anyone would want but after everything that happened to me before this kinda brought me to it. I'm on and off about it so it's not like a full time job, it's just something to help me to get by. I was on the corner of Jefferson and Blake doing the only thing I could to make money. the incorrect grammar is on purpose so don't worry about it. Hey guys!! This would be my first time making a thug story so bear with me.
