My homeboy Magic was one of the only guys my age I hung out with. He was slightly older but only by a few months. His real name is Mike, but you didn't call him Magic Mike unless you wanted his fist at your throat. His nickname had nothing to do with his dance moves either. It was all about the magic pills he sold. First one was always free because he knew you'd be back for more.
Like me, he might have been young, but he sure as s**t didn't look it. The only giveaway that he was young was his heart. The guy fell fast and hard for girls. Except most girls in the hood had the morals of an alley cat. Too many of them were hooked on some kind of drug, and if you were willing to give some up for free, it didn't matter if they had a man or not. They'd suck you or f**k you, depending on how bad
