Chapter 1: A troubled freind
Darkness had fallen as CJ pulled into his driveway. He stepped out of his old, beat up black stinger convertible and headed towards the door. He bought it in '86 and anyone who saw it knew he needed to get rid of the thing or it would get him killed. CJ ignored the stares and glares he would get at stoplights because he knew he could trust it in a jam.
He got inside and threw the Burger Shot bag on the coffee table and sat back in the couch. Just as he went to grab the TV remote the doorbell rang. He had no idea who it was, so he took a look through the peephole and saw it was Al.
"What's up man, somethin' wrong?" CJ asked as he opened the door.
Al responded sort of hesitantly saying, "Naw man, everythin' is real cool."
"You sure, cause you don't look so good?" asked CJ. "Well get in here and I'll get something to drink."
Al walked in and took a seat on the couch and CJ closed the door behind him. CJ made his way to the fridge and pulled out two beers. He handed one to Al and sat down next to him. CJ still hadn't eaten his burger so he grabbed the bag and took out his burger and started to eat. CJ seen Al this nervous before and knew that something was up. He didn't want to question him though because he knew sooner or later Al would tell him what was wrong.
Al just sat their silent on the couch, not saying a word. CJ finished the burger and got up to go into the kitchen but Al pulled him back down.
"I got to tell you something CJ," stuttered Al, "'fore I came over here I was walkin' home and I saw a Ballas car parked outside my house."
His voice was getting more scared and he started to shake.
"The windows were smashed and the door was broken in." Al continued, "I...I think they comin' for..."
He was cut off because of the sound of a car stopping outside. A chill ran down CJ's back, he knew something was wrong.