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try and you fail!” He continued his attack. “You tried to get a better job, and you failed and became nothing more than an old busted taxi driver! You tried to raise me, and your son is now a fucking junkie dropout with a bum knee and no future prospects in sight. And what’s fucked up about that is, you could have saved me from all of that pain, but you didn’t, because all you do …is ‘try’. My mother’s better off dead, so she doesn’t have to see the loser she left to fuck up her only son!”
     
    It was as if Laurence had the machete in his hand as he savagely hacked his father to pieces.
     
    Laurence stood there beholding the way he had brought his father to tears. Mr. Danjuma went into a sobbing fit as he bowed his head before his son.
     
    “You are right,” he got out in between his tears. “I have failed. I have failed you …my son.”
     
    Laurence’s plan had backfired. At that moment, he prayed for his own life to leave his body.
     
    “Dada …” his voice began to crack.
     
    “I know …it is the poison inside you talking,” Mr. Danjuma shook his head while wiping his eyes. “But it does not hurt any less. Leave my house please.”
     
    “Pop …” he advanced forward, timidly stretching out a hand.
     
    “Leave my house!” His father’s voice became thunderous with rage. “Now!”
     
    It was enough to make him shrink backwards as Rosemary cowered behind him. He eyed his father’s now tightened grip on the razor sharp machete revealing that he was dead serious. He turned and left without another word. Rosemary glanced back at his father shooting him a dirty look before following him out the door.
     
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    The elevator ride back down was silent, which made the descent longer. Rosemary’s fidgeting began to increase along with her sweating. She wanted to ask him what they were going to do now that his father kicked them out on their rear with no financial assistance. Seeing how ugly the scene had gotten in the apartment between the two of them, she mustered the strength to hold her peace and allow Laurence to process what had happened.
     
    Her peace lasted until the elevator door opened and they exited.
     
    “What do we do now?” Rosemary frantically asked.
     
    “His shift starts at six tonight,” Laurence muttered. “We’ll come back a half hour after that, and break in through the fire escape attached to my old room.”
     
    “We’re going to rob your old man?” Rosemary nervously inquired.
     
    “We’re going to come back and take what belongs to me.” He limped away with a snarl on his face.

CHAPTER 2
     
     
     
     
    Six hours later in near dead of night, Laurence was crouching next to Rosemary on the rusted old fire escape in the back alley of the apartment building, using a crowbar to work on the window pane to his former bedroom in order to break in. As he predicted, the old man’s routine had not changed after all this time. He was out of the house by seven on the dot for his Wednesday late night shift. He would not be back until around five the next morning.
     
    Gaining entrance was a slow process. Kneeling was wreaking havoc on his bad knee, making it extremely difficult for him to concentrate on the task of jimmying open the window pane without being detected. On top of that, he was reluctant to break into what used to be his home. Ever since his father had been forced to kick him out because of his habit, he had done everything he could to avoid resorting to two things: begging his father for money or stealing from his father.
     
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    As he broke into his father’s house, he remembered when, in a fit of delirious agony and withdrawal, he broke his first rule. Almost a month and a half ago, he had found himself banging on his father’s door in the dead of night. Mr.