The two walked down the street, skirting the hop-scotching girls. 'Shit.' Jamal said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 'Who's spying? I can't walk past your window anymore? Maybe you should rope it off with some of that yellow police tape.' 'What the fuck you doing spying on me anyway, dog?'
Told you to stay off of that PCP shit.' Jamal said, bending over to retie his shoe. 'I know you got somebody in there, Jamal.' Terrell said, buttonholing his friend on the steps of the building.
