SWINGIN'

Erick groaned and shoved his hand into a brown bag, he pulled out a stack of money and handed it to Tony--Tony flipped through the stack, "This isn't even half. What the fuck Erick!?" Tony pulled the gun from on top of the roof and pointed it to Erick. The old man was too high to understand the situation so he took it as a joke, another man beside him sat silently in panic. "You betta have all this money by next week. All 5,000 of it." Tony lifted the gun and shoved in Erick's chest, "I will find you and kill you if you don't." The man in the driver seat stuttered a few words and assured to Tony that they'd have the money.

After the deal, Tony returned home where he lived by himself. He was stuck paying child support for a baby he wasn't even allowed to see. Stupid, if you asked him. While walking into his bedroom, Tony held a duffle bag filled with stacks of money that he earned from selling methamphetamine to tweakers, rich folk, even some suckers in the Czech Republic that owed a debt. Tony opened one of the closet doors and placed the duffle bag on the floor. While standing up, Tony must've knocked something and sent a photo album crashing down on top of his head. "Fuck" he cursed before lifting the album from the floor. He examined the cover, it was decorated beautifully. Tony sat down on his bed and pulled the book open he looked inside. It was filled with photographs with him and his old friends at the apartment complex he lived in. 

Tony sighed, he was so happy then. Everything was simple and he fucked it all up. The sad thing was Tony didn't even remember why they'd stop being friends. William and Darlene was the best thing that ever happened to him and he totally fucked it up. It was an emotional moment but it quickly ended when he heard a loud bang on his door. The clock read: 2: 45 A.M. Tony sighed, and threw the album across the bed. He slugged his body to the door and peeked through the door hole. Two men standing, it was his "crew" the one who did all the dirty work for him. Tony opened the door, "The fuck you doin' here? Y'know what time it is?" The two men didn't say a word, all the did was reach a hand into their left hoodie pocket and pull out a small pistol. Tony's jaw clenched, he was unarmed.  He quickly turned around and darted into his living room. Shots were being fired but Tony managed to dodge them. Tony pulled out small pistol from underneath his coffee table and held it steady in his hands.