Off The Dribble

Maxwell Pixar baptized to the game the day he gleamed at a shotgun extended outta the trunk of a 1970'ish whip. Max his Auntie Kennedy, and her boyfriend Zeus the only souls in visual sight. The knocker went outta the BOOM! The next thing you knew blood flew everywhere, luckily the static wasn’t intended for him at his tender age, of course very likely maybe he wouldn’t of survived. Upon instead Max he saved the day for his Auntie Kennedy. Growing up in East Oakland the deep, better know as the trenches action packed, sun upz ta’ downs. As Max grew older he begun soaking up the street knowledge and rapidly from the older siblings which surrounded him, by far his Pops, older brothers, the hoodz generals, not to discredit the opposite sex who found his persona" nearly impossible to ignore, yet to expensive of not engaging to avoid… Nor jeopardizing the within average hindsights.. The tables then switched of forcing upon Max to differiante of drawning of the darts! You either with me or against me, leveling out any other grim perspectives. Off The Dribble. The series you wouldn’t wanta’ miss!