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SundaeAlfonzo Lovelace $ 9.80 About the BookThis book flows terrifically from a story of violence, sex, lies, cheating and corruption, to an awakening moral of gun violence in Urban Areas. It keeps you guessing, and turning pages. Its definitely a book the reader will find hard to put down. The ride is exciting, thrilling, humorous, and even educating to those who lack the urban instinct. Even though this book is fiction, the characters are faced with real decisions and choices. The right or wrong will affect there lives dramatically. The end will not only shock you, but could literally leave you grasping for air. About the Author This is a first work of this author. Alfonzo Lovelace is a promising and prolific writer. His style is intriguing, suspenseful, humorous, and also eye opening. He is a moralistic writer that will definitely catch the ears of potential readers. That will undoubtedly become future followers of his work. Mr. Lovelace grew up in Oakland California poverish and mean streets. Being born in San Francisco CA., and an actual graduate of the infamous Richmond High, which was not only known for Coach Carters inspirational and excellent influence on his basketball team, but also being known to be one of the Bay Areas most violent schools. These experiences all helped the author develop a sense of realness in his writings. With his own experiences growing up in some of the Bay Areas roughest neighborhoods coupled with those of his own piers Alfonzo Lovelace promises to be one of the best up and coming young African American authors in California, and possibly the country. Free Preview In life there is a lot of things that most of us regret. Things that we wish we could do differently. But is there really anyway we can make things right without wishing and praying for another chance that will never come? Well that is what this story is about: A man, a woman, their circumstances, and their choices. Right or wrong? Boy if you don''t get the hell out of my face askin me fa money i''ma kick yo black ass. You need to get a job! The delirious scream came from a mother in a smoke-filled room who was evidently so lost in her addiction that she didn''t even realize that she was talkin to a 14-year-old boy who happened to be her son. Deep down somewhere in her lost soul she knew he was too young to work. Even if he could, what possible job could he get to actually support himself fully? But Kevin was used to it. Of course it hurt at first because he was used to being spoiled until his mother became possessed by a demon called crack cocaine, and money became scarce as water in the dessert. There were many times when young Kevin and his mother went without bare necessities such as water, electricity, food and so on. Though sadly enough, this story was not at all uncommon where they lived in a lot of cases it was a way of life. Now you may wonder how a lot of these kids got by or even survive. Well the truth is a lot of them didn''t survive, but they could find a hard way to get by through the streets, the streets of Oakland, California. Cocaine is a big business and that was the only dream and perceived way out for a lot of hopeless young men and women who literally felt that that was their way out and the only way to get by. So, as sure as night turns to day, Kevin would undoubtedly fall into the trend of hopelessness as a way to survive, but Kevin was different. He had an uncanny sense to be able to see the whole picture so clearly; something most kids his age were always to high to see, didn''t want to see if, or just couldn''t see it. By age sixteen, Kevin was another statistic. What I would call your average, everyday drug dealer. Not at all what they glamorize on TV or in papers. Some people feel because you sell drugs somehow you automatically have a never-ending supply of money. But like any average everyday working person you have your blue collar and white collar. Meaning the business of selling drugs isn''t always as successful as it appears. And that was the case with Kevin he was never interested in getting involved in big money drug triangles to where he was fronted drugs and had to return a percentage until he made enough to do the same himself. To Kevin that was not sensible no matter how good the money could become because he had seen and heard about to many of his peers die behind the quick route. So Kevin just simply decided to buy dope and sell it and come up that way, it was slow but you didn''t have to answer to anybody and that pretty much fit Kevin''s description he didn''t want to have to answer to anybody. But still, it was a more slower paced way, he always seemed to spend more than he made, but he could get it back quick. He managed to buy himself a ''65 Mustang 302 boss engine chromed out with floor master dual pipes. The paint of the car was candy, the color of a brand spankin new penny with 5-time golden spoked rims and vogue tires. The interior was cocaine white trimmed in gold. It was truly a beauty. And one of the towns most talked about cars. This was like a hobby to Kevin. You could always catch him at the junkyard or an auto shop getting something for one of his cars. Besides clothes, at this time, that''s where most of his money went. He just had an untaming passion for style and beauty. He wanted to be it and attracted it. But even he knew with his keen sense for analysis that this passion he has for style and beauty stems from how beautiful he used to think his mother was and when that beauty was sucked away from her, he began to replace it any way he could. Kevin grew to be a very slender, neat-looking young man. He was 6'' foot 2 inches tall, light brown, with hazel eyes. He was considered very handsome among the females. But even with all the attention he attracted, he maintained a very mature attitude for his age and seemed to know exactly what he wanted in everything that crossed his path. By eighteen years of age, Kevin was pretty much the provider of his household. His mother no longer able to control any kind of money that came her way without wasting it on crack. Made her basically too incompetent to be trusted. And after they almost got evicted three times Kevin decided to take matters in his own hands. It was hard at first but once he got all the bills caught up, it was a breeze. The rent was only one hundred dollars a month because of section 8 and the utilities since they were so accustomed to not having them all at the same time really weren''t used as much. Responsibility became Kevin''s life. He really felt somehow he needed to save his mother, but he also knew he needed to save himself first because as it stood right now, he was a supplier of the very drug that was destroying his mother. So therefore talking to her would never do cause she would just say he was just as addicted as she is but only he get paid from it, and in a scary way she was right, and Kevin understood that and could no longer argue no matter how good his point. Because the bottom line was they were both rotted by the smothering age of the streets, which consumed and controlled their every move. The truth was neither one of them could survive without the poison that plagued their shabby surroundings even though they needed the product for different reasons. Nonetheless they both made it a part of their everyday lives. So how could Kevin help his mother when he was just as much an addict as she was. Well, Kevin had dreams.