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Post by pgizzle434 on Apr 30, 2011 23:47:22 GMT -5
Sam and Eric ride from Playa Del Seville over to Santa Marina Beach. They pull park by the pier and get out. They walk over to a group of kids and speak to them.
Sam: *To Kids* Hey. Who runs this part of town. Kid1: I dont know man. Im just 14. Eric: You should know about all that lil man. This is your home. You gotta know who runs your home. Any of yall ever heard of the Brims? Kid2: Yea yea yea. My cousin be rollin with them over in Playa Da Seville. I heard they band hard. Sam: *Smiling to himself* Fasho lil homies. Yall got Balla round here? Kid2: I really aint seen to many around lately. They pass through sometimes I guess. Eric: Cool. Go get some ice cream or somethin. It hots out here lil homie. *Hands the kid $200* Kid1: Wow!!! Thanks!!! Sam: Dont sweat that chump change lil homie. If ya momma ask where that came from tell her BrimLow gave that to you.
The kids walk off with the money.
Eric: See. Shit goin just fine out here. I aint seen none of the homies yet though. Sam: Yea, that kind of worries me. You always gotta be out and about. Interacting with the hood get the folks on yo side. That make is harder for other gangs to move in on your turf. Let hang aroud for awhile and see what happens. You hungry? Eric: Yea. I think they got a hot dog stand on the pier.
Sam and Eric walk to the hot dog stand and get some food.
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