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They were at Mo's when
our drug dealer Jay showed up and
Leroy was in his car.
He said "If you don't want it
it's going to end up out
on the street."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't fucking know."
"I mean,
I guess we'll take it..."

He was a boy.

I had gone home
to vote for Barack
Obama. (who WON, by the way)
And when I walked
into my kitchen after
being home,
Frank had him
asleep in his hood
and told me to reach in
and see what was in there.

I could fit him in
the palm of my hand
and his belly was
swollen from starvation.
He shook constantly but
he would meow and look into your eyes
and you knew that he knew what was going on.

It took us two weeks to name him.