Carmelo doesn’t think of himself as some typical downtown thug. When he grows up he wants to be a teacher. Maybe even a professor at a college. He always remembered Darnell, that kid that left the projects. He came back from college and held his head higher. Not the way the dealers and bangers do, but for real. Carmelo wants to leave all this behind but he wouldn’t dare tell his crew. Because it’s Saturday night, they have a six pack of malt liquor and some girls waiting for them at the park.

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