From the Street to the Sheets: II

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My old neighborhood was being renovated, and Mom moved to another project. That was cool because I already knew the majority of the people out there. When word got out that we moved to Jennings Homes, people came night and day, which kept Mom pissed, fuss-ing and cussing up a storm-not to mention running everyone off, even the females. At that point, I began getting angry. I had money saved up, but I didn’t get a chance to spend anything because P-Nut, Rim, and Dogg had a party for me almost the whole five months I’d been home. Plus, other guys that knew me that hustled in Jennings Homes Projects were giving me money as well. I wasn’t accepting any drugs from anybody because I wasn’t mentally ready. The real reason was that everyone had spoiled me with money and clothes for the first two weeks I was home. I had fucked so much the first two weeks, the hotel manager thought I was pimping out of Sheraton on Walton Way because I was walking different women downstairs every day.