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    I was appalled. “Wait. Hold up.” I said hoping he would reason with me. I needed that money he had in his hands. So, I wasn’t about to get out of his car until I got it.
    “Nah, I ain’t waiting on you. Get the hell out of my car right now.” He spat and pushed the passenger side door open. And before I could persuade him to give me a chance to work with him, he planted both of his hands on the left side of my hip area and pushed me as hard as he could. The force behind his hands knocked me half way out of his car. I honestly had to catch myself. I grabbed a hold of the door handle to balance myself. “What the fuck is your problem?” I roared.
    “Get out of my car!” he screamed and then he shifted his gear in drive. His car started moving when he let his feet off the brake pedal. I was utterly shocked. I was hanging halfway out the passenger side door while this asshole’s car was moving.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you. Stop the car so I can get out!” I yelled. But he didn’t listen. As a matter of fact, he pressed down on the accelerator and the car picked up more speed. I knew right then and there that he had no intentions on stopping his car so I turned my body around facing the curb and forced myself out onto the ground. BOOM! My body hit the pavement hard. I tried to break my fall with my hands but it didn’t work. I scratched my hands and knees up pretty bad. But it wasn’t that bad that some peroxide and warm water wouldn’t help.
    Now as I helped myself up from the ground I looked down the street and watched that asshole as he sped out of the neighborhood. I shook my head and wondered to myself, how in the hell am I always getting into one thing after the next? My luck was fucked up. And if I’d got into another crazy incident, I would just fall dead on the spot.
    Once I brushed myself off, I looked around me noticed how a few people where whispering and talking. I knew they were talking about me because their eyes were glued to me. I sucked my teeth and rolled my damn eyes at them. I had to give them the impression that I didn’t care less what they were saying about me. And right after I turned my ass to them, I grabbed my duffle bag from the ground and continued up Washington Street.
    As I traveled down Washington I crossed over Proscher Street, and as soon as I hit the next block this guy approached me. Now I was already fucked up and didn’t feel like being bothered, so I tried to pass him, but he stood directly in the path I was walking.
    “Do you know me?” I asked him.
    “Nah, I don’t know you, but I did see you get thrown out that car a few minutes ago so I was just wanted to know if you were all right,” he replied. His voice was deep and masculine.
    I looked at him from head to toe and noticed how much taller he was than me. He had to be about six feet one, weighing every bit of one hundred ninety pounds. He was a skinny guy for his height. At first glance he looked to be in his late twenties, but something inside me told me he was older. He was wearing jean shorts, sneakers, and a white T-shirt. He looked like he had just left the barbershop because his hairlines were razor sharp. The only jewelry he had on was a gold watch, so to me that meant that he wasn’t the flashy type, and whatever he was doing out in these streets wasn’t anything to call home to mama about.
    “I got banged up a little bit. But I’ll be all right.”
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    I was not in the mood to be holding a conversation with this cat, but I stood there and tried my best. “It’s Faith,” I finally told him.
    “So, where you going, Faith?”
    “I can’t tell you right now, because I’m not sure myself.”
    “Where is your man?” His questions continued as he folded his arms across his chest.
    “I don’t have one.”
    “Why not?”
    “Hey, look, you are asking me too many questions for me not to know who you are.”
    He smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name