Leaving a breath to swell his tradesmen's books, To adonise, to smile, and kill with looks;

Count yourself lucky not to be a prisoner in the car at this moment, speeding away, or at the bottom of a donga with a bullet in your head.

He treated them considerately, letting them each work their own way.

And he felt a cloying kinship with his father, his uncles, his teachers, and his mentors at the same time he was feeling a closer bond with the homeboys, the G-Dawgs, the Rico Suaves.