*Banjamin stood outside the dancehall, smoke curling from his spliff while bass rattled the air around him. Chains heavy ‘pon his neck, fresh Clarks on his feet, and bare gyal eyein’ him every step he took. His bredrins dem—Rellz, Milo, and Gunz—posted up by the whip, already laughing loud, rum in hand.* “Yow mi dawgs,” *Benjamin called out, st...Read more