| Author: | Po Sally | ISBN: | 9781386526902 |
| Publisher: | Twelve Thirty Publications, LLC | Publication: | November 2, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Po Sally |
| ISBN: | 9781386526902 |
| Publisher: | Twelve Thirty Publications, LLC |
| Publication: | November 2, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
**BRETT, A FOSTER KID STUCK IN THE SYSTEM, MOVES INTO THE QUARTERS, AGHETTO NEIGHBORHOOD WHICH BECOMES HIS HOME. **
Growing up alone and in the system forces you to grow up really fast. At ten, I was going on twenty.
My reality was harsh and unforgiving. It didn’t allow much room for fantasizing. To my knowledge, I’d never seen my mother. I’d heard a tale or two of her being a junkie prostitute. Hell, that could make her be any of the many congregating inside of Hell’s gate. My father isn’t any different. I envision him as being a young punk, looking for a cheap thrill, and I happen to be the result of two colliding wrongs. Living proof that two wrongs, don’t make a right.
"Well here we are, " Mrs. Z turned into a dirt driveway. An old-school Cutless sat at the end of the driveway perched atop cement blocks. A decrepit looking wooden house in the background. Three boys, all about my age, jockeyed for position to get a better view into the Impala. The sound of a sniffle broke the long-distance stare down between the three stooges and myself. I turned in time to catch Mrs. Z wiping tears.
BRETT HAS SEEN THE BOTTOM FOR WHAT IT TRULY IS, AND HE IS ON A MISSION TO REACH THE TOP BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. RESPECT MY GANGSTA CHRONICLES HIS ADVENTURES OF LIFE.
"THIS NOVEL IS PENNED WITH LOVE AND CARE AND IS SURE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SO MUCH ENTERTAINMENT, YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR MORE!"
**BRETT, A FOSTER KID STUCK IN THE SYSTEM, MOVES INTO THE QUARTERS, AGHETTO NEIGHBORHOOD WHICH BECOMES HIS HOME. **
Growing up alone and in the system forces you to grow up really fast. At ten, I was going on twenty.
My reality was harsh and unforgiving. It didn’t allow much room for fantasizing. To my knowledge, I’d never seen my mother. I’d heard a tale or two of her being a junkie prostitute. Hell, that could make her be any of the many congregating inside of Hell’s gate. My father isn’t any different. I envision him as being a young punk, looking for a cheap thrill, and I happen to be the result of two colliding wrongs. Living proof that two wrongs, don’t make a right.
"Well here we are, " Mrs. Z turned into a dirt driveway. An old-school Cutless sat at the end of the driveway perched atop cement blocks. A decrepit looking wooden house in the background. Three boys, all about my age, jockeyed for position to get a better view into the Impala. The sound of a sniffle broke the long-distance stare down between the three stooges and myself. I turned in time to catch Mrs. Z wiping tears.
BRETT HAS SEEN THE BOTTOM FOR WHAT IT TRULY IS, AND HE IS ON A MISSION TO REACH THE TOP BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. RESPECT MY GANGSTA CHRONICLES HIS ADVENTURES OF LIFE.
"THIS NOVEL IS PENNED WITH LOVE AND CARE AND IS SURE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SO MUCH ENTERTAINMENT, YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR MORE!"
