There was a stronghold in town, and the crew was not going to let anyone force them into a uncomfortable situation, they were always ready for a fight, or at least a hustle to survive. It was little Flexx Mitchell, his much older brother. Loose, his pops, Herbal, and his mom Shimah. As a family they were a strong unit. By themselves they were even more crafty and on their toes. Everyone in the family had hustle in them, it was just their thing. Young Flexx, around the age of ten, started on his hustle. It was nothing like his pops, but it was a path to get the experience. He had a slow hustle but steady. One day while in his room counting the money that he came up on, he witnessed a moment that could never be forgotten, and also experienced an event that would change his outlook for ever.

So his pops had a lucrative set up with one of the top dealers in the city. Dome Fashcash was his name, and he had everything about locked. Anything to do with the hustle and he was in it. Herbal, Flexx’s pops had a good thing going on. Yes, the well was still full and the path was fruitful. Herbal was making powerful moves in the streets, he was becoming the name behind hustler. Herbal was out hustling and doing his thang, he was feeling good about his hustle, and at the time, who wouldn’t? Now at this time, young Flexx was out in the streets on his hustle as well. He was in the mode of moving packs, making deliveries. He was dealing with a hustler name Blowed. He had a good hustle that was always in demand so he was able to make a lot of moves and even some good contacts. He would even see his pops on the occasion, but it was always just business. This one particular day was different, there was a lot going on, even tho the hustle was doing great. Blowed had sent Flexx on an important drop and pick up. This one was not the regular, and when Blowed offered the opportunity to Flexx, he hesitated in delivering the information. Flexx made his way to the location, he had a feeling but you always did in these situations. Everything looked regular as he walked up to the warehouse with his backpack on his back. He actually was hearing some kind of back and forth with a few gentleman, he thought nothing of it, he had a drop and pick up to make. The voice sounded familiar, he slowed his step. Before he could turn the corner he heard gunfire. (Bang! Bang! bang!)

Flexx flinched, but didn’t run. With that voice being familiar and the gunshot, he had to find out who? And what happen. It was one of the carbine family standing with his pistol smoking, looking around. Flexx ducked back around the corner and pressed against the wall. His heart was pounding and he was breathing heavily. He waited and tried to calm himself down as the remaining thugs bickard about what had happened. He again heard the name carbine. It sounded familiar, he may have heard his pops mention it before in a conversation with his mom, or a small argument. Flexx sat there for another twenty minutes, at that time the men had finally left. Flexx paused. He needed to get the will up to go and see if there was a dead body, and who? That was the question. He heard the gentleman bickering, he exhaled as he made his way around the corner into the room where the gentleman were. He stood…  Frozen from the moment, he was in shock and was in a place he never thought he would be mentally. The moment was almost like walking on water going with the flow of the waves. He blinks……..

He awakes…

“What the?..... Yo?...

Flexx says in a groggy voice. He tries to sit up but his head has a banging sound that leaves him wanting to not move. The room was spinning just enough for him to not get a full clear view of the situation, at that moment the last thing he saw was Blowed walk into the room.

“Eh man, it’s been like two days, how you feel? “

Blowed says as he passes Flexx a cup of water. Flexx sits up and leans back on the couch. He tries to pull himself together. Blowed takes a seat.

“Some girl brought you over here and you head was all busted up. The spot was broke down, look like someone hit it. I don’t know what the fuck happened.”

Blowed says as he fires up a blunt. Flexx begins to come too, he takes the blunt that Blowed passes him and he takes a drag. After taking a few drags he passes it back to Blowed, and takes a sip of the water.

“All I saw was my pops layed out shot..  Dead.. I heard the name. Carbine, and then I wake up here. Who brought me here?”

Flexx says as he takes the blunt back from blowed.

“That's what and who the drop was for, but not him directly, it should have been someone else. The girl’s name was Eve. She seem pretty tough, you know her?”

Flexx thought about the question, and knew exactly who he was talking about. Why wouldn’t she had took him home why here. There was only one thing he could think of and that was his home was not a safe place to be around with everything going on.

You always ask yourself, how does it all start, but the real question is how will it end.  Flexx had a lot to go through but glad he was safe for the moment. The time would come.