Fred had nothing on him except a one dollar note which he had borrowed from his girlfriend yesterday. Although, that is what he thinks she is, but his friends still believe he is in the friend-zone. He walked downstairs to get his Luggage from where the cab had dropped him. He had just moved into a black neighborhood and he was unaware that nothing valuable stays in a spot for more than thirty seconds in this kind of environment. Obviously, his luggage was gone. All he did was shout at black kids walking past him and one of the kids bite his index finger and shouted back at him "aarghhh". He wanted to hit the kid but he realized other kids were staring at him ready to bite his head off.
In a black community white people are not always invited, they are always uninformed and thereby prone to the hazards poised by the environment. Fred was a 25 years old Irish-American, who had just lost his job and decided to take solace in the projects.
His full name was Adam Fred and his whole idea of the projects was a nice community where people always played rap music, gangsters were cool, the black kids were always dancing to rap and a host of other bullshit he imagined. He was right about everything except that almost everything he thought of was associated with violence. Two days after packing he heard a rap song were the phrase 'kill this nigga' was said 40 times accompanied with some series of gunshots. After listening to that song Fred was terrified to death.
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