This was one of my favorite characters to write about and I always wondered why...but I now know the answer... he reminds of my brother @blizzy_blak. There personalities match to a T. and no I didn’t create this character “L.S.” but after reading over my first draft I noticed they was one in the same.

If u struggling to see the above ima leave the full scene below:

“She adjusted her operator head-set as L.S. gray sedan drift forward. At the next window. The burgers were exchanged for cash. The plastic duffle bags of burgers and fries was handed my way, like it was mine: “Do me a favor”, he offered. “take all of the French fries, and put all of them into one pile …at the bottom”, he added.

My thoughts and comments were drowning out by the sound of Jay-Z. The ride only last about half of the song.

“Hold up. Give me a second”.

Before I could agree he was already easing over to double park in front of a group of young kids jumping rope.

When the first girl noticed him coming, she alerted the others, begin shouting,

“Uncle L! Uncle L!”

All sidewalk games stopped and they all stood around smiling, while he spoke pointing back towards me.

I failed to catch on to what he was saying, but I seen everything: He rubbed his stomach. They all laughed, after nodding. Then, out of the blue, the smallest girl out

of the gang ran to his side. Her face met his rib. He hugged her back. He addressed the other, while bring smiles to their ripe faces. With the wave of a hand

he begins to move, and they all followed, steps behind, almost zombie like I notice him and the mob migrating my way, but I still acted surprised.

Tsk.Tsk

The young kid glued to L.S.`s hip tapped on the glass. I cracked my window and put on my best good guy impersonation I could muster.

“Yes.”

“Uncle...uncle L needs…needs…” she stumbled over every word, displaying a toothless smile,

“He needs the food.” Another kid cut in, silencing the little girl.

I finished rolling the window down and push the Wendy’s bag-filled with fries and burgers-out. The loud mouth boy reached out for the bag. But I bypassed his impatient-hands and handed it to the tiny girl. She releases L.S. side to grab the bag with both hands.

“This stuff is for everybody” L.S. Spoke and they listened, “Yawl, share. It's enough to go around…”

“Baby Gyrl,” he addressed the little one, “I’ll be back later. Be nice”. She nodded, and backed away, All the kids followed her and the bag. With little to none stopping to say , Thanks or Bye - L.S. turned in got back into the car.

Once he hopped back into the driver seat, he smiled. I Smiled.

“Damn bra! “ I joked, “What was that about?”

L.S. glanced at me through dark slanted eyes and uttered: “Life is not about what you get-it’s about what you give…”

“And I just nodded”

The rest of the ride went on without incident. A couple “whats ups” and “horn beeps “pushed us along the crime stricken streets. I layed back sucken down in the passenger seat L.S. played as my travel guide pointing out anything I may have missed out on. I picked up on a few familiar faces knew. I often asked L.S. what going with…such and such, and he’d always hit me with one of two answers: ‘there making a way or ‘there in the way.’

we pressed on babbling our head to the remainder of the Jay-Z song. Nothing seemed to matter. We rode through the hood 2 men deep. A lot of new faces populated the corner. Head nods and hand waves came our way. But nothing seemed to tempt L.S. to stop - or nobody seemed to mind. After all, rolling through without stopping always been his M.O., and everybody fell in line.

~~ WAIT... is this still the story with Natash’ and Crim!?

“Yes!”

~~What part does he play?

“🤔🤔🤔.... gotta stay tune

Great characters, great read...

we all been “Let Down“ before...