It all started one blazing July day. Bryant was just leaving from a long day of work. Bryant was not your typical 30 year old black male. He worked hard and was always in the mindset of trying to improve himself skills wise. He was raised with a strong family backing and influence. He stood about 6’1, Average build, caramel complexion, taper fade, both ears pierced, a tattoo on his right arm of a dragon that looked like it was ready to pounce on and maul anyone that threatened his master right under it read the words “Last Of A Dying Breed”, and on his other arm he had a tattoo of his mother/daughter and grandmother’s names in a rose. He approached his car when suddenly he felt something stick him in his back.
“What the fuck,” he said.
“Shut the fuck up,” a distorted voice said.
He quickly obliged not knowing whether he was in danger suddenly he felt his assailant patting him down.
“Excuse me, but can you tell me what’s going on,” he said trying his best not to anger his mystery assailant. He felt a quick slap against his head.