“Don’t you dare!” Aunt Tilly started, but she was too late. Before she could do anything but stare in horror, her oldest son started to speak and it was horrific if you happened to be Aunt Tilly.
“Oh, nothin’… I’m just workin’ on my raps and smokin’ my Jane!” He snickers and he pumps his chest with his fist. “Nothin like a dealer to make them girls squeeler!”
Uncle Dave nods his head slowly. “Huh… Tilly I told you that you shouldn’t have drank during your pregnancy with Kyle… What about you, Tyler? Anything for you?”
“Nah, dawg. I just be doin’ the same sheeait.” Tyler, Kyle's younger brother, was ten times worse than Kyle. He had drug charges, gang affiliations, and so much more. Hell, most of the younger children here tonight were his and he is only two years older than me.
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