Black Skyy
CHAPTER 1
New York, 1977
Damn, I can't believe this shit! These heroin dealers are gonna come up in here
and try to play Zee like this. No tellin' what the fuck Zee's done now,
thought Sandy. "Where's the fuckin' money, Zee?" screamed Six, who at six feet
six inches, towered over his intended target. His thick gold rope chains rattled
as he shook with rage.
Like a true addict, Zee trembled, either from fright or from her addiction. She
even couldn't tell the difference. Zelda was the poster child for heroin
addiction, waxy skin, ashy complexion, dark circles under the eyes, sunken
cheeks, excessively thin, hollow expression, scratched up skin, matted hair. It
was as if she and smack were "old friends"; there was nothing that Zee hadn't
done with her beloved drug. She had done it all, injected it, smoked it, sniffed
it.
"I never got nothing," said Zee. "He gave me an empty bag! I keep t..., t...,
tellin' y'all that," Zee lied through her rotting teeth.
Zee prayed that she could convince her accusers that she really didn't have t ... read full excerpt from: Black Skyy ebook
