November the cold air nips at my nose and chills me down so badly that wearing a jacket aint doin shit well that and the fact that the room I'm in is freezing like jack frost and the flu. "Hey Jimmy got a dog warmed up or not!" I yelled towards the hot dog vendor while walking up to him.

"Lookin smooth Joe!" he replied. "Alright abercrombie! Now hand over the money." I demanded.

"What's your story, morning glory." he replied calmly. "You know what I mean." I said to him.

"There now go away please." he says whimpering. "Can't leave behind a snitch." I said killing him in broad daylight.