About the Author
Teddy Key, Jr. was born and raised in the Bronx, New York. He is one of three children raised in a single parent household by his mother. He is a graduate of the High School of Art and Design. He attended the University of Maryland Eastern Shore before leaving school and becoming a man of the streets. His lifestyle caught up with him and he was imprisoned for many years on State and Federal drug charges. While imprisoned he completed a degree in Accounting and made other positive changes in his life. He is now a proud and responsible parent, writer, businessman, publisher and manufacturer of a unique line of greeting cards, which carry a Hip Hop flavor called Keythings "Hip Hop Greeting Cards". You can contact him at: teddykeythings@yahoo.com or look him up at www.myspace.com/soclosesofar1.
Excerpt
Zan got up from the couch, reached behind the stereo, and found his stash of weed. He had half an ounce of Chunky Black he copped from 123rd Street in Harlem. That was the best weed happening. He pulled out some Bam-bu paper and rolled a joint. He also put a “Kool and the Gang” album on the stereo and him and Legs got their buzz on.
Thirty two thousand, that’s sixteen apiece. They had to give Sammy 2 gee’s each for the information he gave them on the job. Sammy worked in construction. The company he was working for was renovating a building on the corner of Nelson Ave and the E.L. Grant Highway. Sammy told Zan they had a big pay roll and every Thursday they were paid in cash. They would each be called in the trailer and receive cash for their week's work. There were over 30 men working on the sight. Sammy did not know how much money was there but it was worth the taking. He did not think Zan and Legs had the heart to do the job. But when he looked up from his lunch box and saw the two men turning the corner he knew it was on. He had only asked for $2,500 dollars. But it went down so sweet Zan decided to give him 4 gee’s and Legs did not argue. Neither of them expected to walk away with $32,000 dollars.
The job went like clockwork. They turned the corner and pulled their stocking masks down over their faces. They walked up the five steps to the trailer and opened the door. They could not believe those fools were sitting there with the door open and all of the cash on the desk ready to put it in envelopes to pay their workers. Zan and Legs pulled their guns and ordered everyone to lay on the floor. One bald headed guy tried to get out of line but that did not last long as Zan hit him in the mouth with the butt of this gun. Legs started putting the cash in his bag. Little did they know there was another small office in the back of the trailer. By the time Legs had all the money in his bag, Zan noticed something moving through the glass in the back office. Legs handed Zan the bag and went to take a look. What he found was a problem. The secretary was hiding under a desk and was on the phone. There was no doubt who she was talking to. Legs thought about putting one in her but he came for the cash not to catch a body. So he and Zan hit the door. Not a second too soon as he seen the cop car sped down the block. They took off running up Nelson Ave with two, fat, out of shape 44th precinct cops trying to catch them.
