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Most importantly, when I got sentenced to seven years, Tyler didn’t disappear.

A lot of motherfuckers did.

First few months, everybody answered.

Everybody sent money.

Everybody loved you.

Then a year passed.

Two.

Three.

Numbers stopped working.

People moved.

Niggas got girlfriends.

Women got pregnant.

Everybody’s life kept going while yours stayed the same.

Tyler stayed.

More than that, he took the money we already had invested and finished what we started.

Freckles.

I could trust him with a dollar and get my dollar back.

That meant something to me.

Xay was already wandering toward the bar.

I watched him.

“Don’t order shit.”

He turned around. “The club closed.”

“Exactly.”

“Can’t get a drink?”

“Not on my tab.”

“This nigga cheap as hell.”

Tyler laughed. “You owe him money and asking him for free liquor?”

“See?” I pointed at Tyler. “That’s why he my best friend.”

“Man, fuck both of y’all.”

I laughed.