Chapter Two: No Guns, But Keep Shooters

Read Chapter One August, 1999. I’m seventeen years old. I’m in a shitty little East Coast town called Mountainside, New Jersey, driving my father’s gold Infiniti, with my father’s license plates, about to do an armed robbery. There are three other guys in the car, all with stockings on their laps, ready to go.

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