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Everything is Everything

Pepper writes stories that span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries. Pepper's unique stories often tackle taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers will find themselves questioning their own sense of right and wrong, attraction and desire. In addition to writing, the author is also an artist, an introverted recluse, a self proclaimed empath and a foodie. Pepper Pace can be contacted at: pepperpace.author@yahoo.com In 1977 12-year old Vanessa White lives just out of reach of the projects that both scare and entice her. It is the year that she meets 14-year old Scotty Tremont, one of the few white boys to live in the ghetto. Initially afraid that Scotty intends to beat her up because her cousin called him white trash, Vanessa soon learns that although Scotty is a ‘Trick Baby’ and will probably be a dope boy just like his brother, he also somehow manages to be compassionate. Scotty is learning something as well; that his path has not been laid out before him and that everything isn’t necessarily everything. This book series takes the reader back to the 70’s style urban lit stories of life in the ghetto. It begins in the 70s and moves throughout the decades following the lives of people whose stories have intertwined in a romantic, tragic, sometimes funny, tale of street life. This story is for adult readers only and contains mature themes including language, sex, violence, drugs and racism.

Pepper Pace · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
158 Chs

Chapter 67

G walked into the living room holding his son propped up on his shoulder. Whenever Scotty looked at L'il G, it made him think sad thoughts about how easy it was to create a baby and how hard it was to raise one.

"What's up man?" G said and then gently hefted the squirming little bundle in his arms, offering him to Scotty to hold. "You want to say hi to your godson?"

Scotty took a quick step back as if G was going to toss him a grenade.

"Uh…no. I'm good."

G chuckled, completely aware of Scotty's aversion to little human beings. Having grown up in a household swarming with them, he supposed that he couldn't blame him one bit. His woman slipped the sleeping infant from his arms and went upstairs to allow them to talk business.

"How quickly can we start selling crack?" Scotty asked.

G's eyes widened in surprise. "Dude, weren't you just talking about getting out of the business?"