had been livin’ in the slums of Detroit all his life. He’d heard
gunfire ring out on many a night. Had some of his closest homies
decapitated by the ruthless reign of the tech. Never had he seen a
man murdered – until last night.
My Hood to Yo Hood came to fruition as part of a local project
featuring all Detroit writers. We were each required to conform to a
specific word count and theme, which made for a nice challenge. This gritty tale proves that playing the middle man can put you directly in the flames when the fire gets too hot. More of an ode to my urban fiction roots, yet drenched in erotic undertones so the shoe definitely fits. Don’t
usually toot my own horn, but I like to think I knocked it out the